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delos-mio · 3 years

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Out Of The Woods - college!AU - PART 3

A/N: I’m partial to this chapter, but perhaps that’s just me. I’ve not gotten a lot of feedback on this series sooooo idk if I’m just sharing it for me at this point lol but I’m having fun and that’s what matters, right?! Anyways I’m always around for thoughts, feelings, questions!

Only an essay, a few chapters of reading, and a couple shifts at work separated you from your hang out with Nikolai. You found yourself wondering what he was up to, what made him smile that day, what he’d look like on top of you now. That last one tended to linger a minute before you violently shook it from your head. You hardly knew each other anymore, not to mention you had a boyfriend- you couldn’t let yourself start to fantasize about him like that. But he was so sweet and gentle, so sassy and smart. It didn’t hurt that he was still painfully handsome either.

You were sitting at work, more or less twiddling your thumbs, when you felt a buzzing against the white countertop of the receptionist desk you sat behind. When you looked at the screen, an unknown number appeared. You unlocked your phone and opened your texts. Seeing the first line preview made your heart leap into your throat immediately.

N: Hey it’s Nik. Just thought you should have my number too :)

Y: Hey there you glad you didn’t lose that paper

N: I could never! What are you up to?

Y: Just at work, pretty slow today so I’m kinda bored

N: Hopefully I can keep you a little company. Where do you work?

Y: John Richard Salon- it’s that one downtown across from that hot dog place

N: Oh yeah! Seen it a million times. Do you do hair? Is that a secret talent of yours?

Y: God no lol I’d be horrible at it. I don’t have the dexterity for it. I’m just their receptionist

N: “Just” please I’m sure you’re their best employee

You stopped to roll your eyes, but also couldn’t stop the heat from rising on your cheeks.

N: Do you like it?

Y: It’s pretty good for a low responsibility job- it pays the bills too so I’m not complaining

N: That always helps

Your name had been called from off to your side, making your head snap up and you locked eyes with Deja, who was easily your favorite coworker. “And just what has you smiling like an idiot? Hm?” she asked with a smirk and leaned across the counter from you.

“Remember that guy I was telling you about from the party?”

“Oh yeah, the one you fucked in high school?” she teased.

You let out a long sigh. “Well, he just texted me. We’re supposed to hang out on Friday,” you said confidently, raising your chin in her direction to show her there was nothing of consequence going on between you and Nikolai.

“Hang out. Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Deja looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you could only respond with a look of your own.

“Oh my god, shut up,” you laughed. “Seriously. We haven’t hung out in years and it’s nice to have someone to hang out with who knows me. And wants to hang out with me,” you added under your breath.

“Don’t tell me Matt is back on his bullshit…”

You simply raised your thumb and index finger just slightly apart, squinting at the space between them.

As you were catching her up on the last week, John walked over and flipped over the open sign, locking the glass door in front of him. You took that as your sign to help clean up so you could get out of there as soon as possible. The girls all pitched in, sweeping up the few stray clumps of hair on the old wooden floor and wiped down all the counters for the morning.

While you were on the bus for the short ride back to your apartment, you suddenly remembered the conversation you were having with Nikolai before you closed up shop. You cursed under your breath and pulled out your phone again, quickly thumbing a message back.

Y: Sorry! I got caught up closing

N: No sorry needed, you were at work after all

Y: lol I suppose that’s true. They don’t pay me to sit around and look pretty

N: They should

Y: Oh god lol stop

N: Have I told you that I’m really looking forward to Friday?

Y: No but I’m looking forward to it too

You had since made it home and crawled into bed, happy to finally be off your feet and talking to the boy who disarmed you with a single smile. For the next few hours, the two of you texted back and forth, mostly about classes and work, but you couldn’t stop yourself from occasionally flirting with Nikolai. You really needed to work on actively not doing that, but you allowed yourself one last evening of toying with him. When the clock rolled over to 1am, the lids of your eyes were beginning to grow heavy and a long yawn escaped from your lips.

Y: I think I’m going to fall asleep on you I’m sorry

N: Holy shit I didn’t realize it was so late

N: I should get to bed too. I have a presentation in the morning

Y: Don’t let me keep you up!

N: But darling that’s all I want ;)

N: Sweet dreams- I’ll see you Friday

Y: Goodnight Nik

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Friday finally came and you were nervous as you fixed your hair one last time in the wide bathroom mirror. You opted for tight jeans, a pretty low cut tank, and a zip up hoodie. There was no way you were going to just hang out at his house looking like you were ready for the club, but you still wanted to remind Nikolai that you were cute. Genya had already left for the night, so you weren’t able to have a second set of eyes give your outfit the final approval; you could really use the reassurance right about now. As you casually boosted your chest one more time, there was a light knock at the front door. You opened it to Nikolai in a skin-tight tee for your school and a light canvas jacket. His hair was perfectly disheveled and his jeans clung tight to his thick thighs. You caught him giving you a long onceover before giving you a wide smile.

“You look amazing,” he breathed out, pulling you in for a tight embrace. You let your hands wander over his broad back, exploring the pull of his muscles under his jacket.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you smirked as you pulled apart. You locked up behind you and let Nikolai walk you downstairs and out to his car.

“Pizza?” he asked, one hand low on your back, the other gesturing vaguely you assumed in the direction of the car.

“I thought you’d never ask,” you smiled from ear to ear. Immediately, you could see the tension leave Nikolai’s shoulders. As you stepped foot into the parking lot, the sky decided it was the perfect time to open up and unleashed a sheet of rain unlike any you’d had so far this fall. You yelped as it began to pour, throwing your hood over your head. Nikolai acted quickly and threw off his jacket, holding it high above your head to keep you dry as you both splashed quickly to his car. This gesture made your heart swell; you were starting to think Nikolai may be a real lift knight in shining armor. He opened your door and made sure you were out of the rain before joining you and whipping his soaked coat in the backseat. You were both laughing at the situation and he was visibly relieved that you took the whole hiccup in stride. “Let’s get fucking dry ,” you laughed and he needed no further request to set off in the direction of his apartment.

Nikolai actually didn’t live too far from you, you realized when he pulled up across the street from the brown duplex. It was still raining when you parked and you again sprinted to the front porch in a desperate attempt to stay a little dry. When you got close to the door, you realized that it was a lot louder inside than you thought it would be. Nikolai must have noticed too because his jaw immediately set, irritation flashing behind his hazel eyes.

“Fucking Aleks,” he muttered under his breath before pushing the door open. A large party was taking place, unbeknownst to Nikolai. There were people passing in front of them, a lively game of beer pong in process, and more than one person going through their cupboards. Nikolai gestured for you to head inside and he slammed the door shut behind him. “Do you mind waiting here for just one second? I have to talk to Aleks quick,” he asked quietly into your ear, his hand resting on the side of your face. You nodded and he gave you a small smile before setting off for the kitchen. Aleks was laughing against the fridge with a couple other guys, barely registering it when Nikolai was standing in front of him, arms crossed tight over his chest.

“Dude! I thought you said you were going to the baseball house!” Nikolai scolded.

“Nikolai! I’m so glad you’re here, man. No, we decided to have people over here instead. We’re always at the baseball house,” Aleks smiled, giving Nikolai a friendly punch to his shoulder; Nikolai didn’t budge an inch.

“I kinda had plans here tonight, remember?” he said through gritted teeth, giving a small nod back towards where you stood. Aleks’s face dropped as it all came back to him.

“I am so sorry man, I totally forgot.”

“Obviously,” Nikolai scoffed.

“I mean it. It slipped my mind. I’m really sorry dude.” It was hard for Nikolai to stay mad at Aleks for long, if at all. You saw Aleks give Nikolai a long hug, evidently sorting out whatever disagreement they just had. Nikolai made his way back to you, a little less high strung.

“C’mon,” he said and took your hand, leading you around the corner to a short hallway. He led you into a room and quietly shut the door behind you. The first thing that struck you was all of the maps and works in progress strewn across his desk and hanging on the walls. You walked around in awe and marveled at Nikolai’s decor. He had numerous prints of classic paintings and frescoes, almost all of them related to myths or historical events.

“Nikolai, this is amazing! It’s so,” your head was spinning as you looked at all of his art, “it’s incredible.” You turned back to him and he was right behind you, an amused smile pulling at his lips.

“I’m so sorry. I thought we’d be able to come and spend some time together without 80 other people.” He looked genuinely upset that he couldn’t follow through with his plan of having dinner and talking all night on the couch.

“Hey, it’s ok. We can still hang out. Why don’t we make an appearance, play a game of beer pong or whatever, and then we can watch a movie in here or something?” you offered. Nikolai’s face lifted a little at that and he lightly squeezed your hand, nodding his head in agreement. “I gotta get out of this hoodie, though. It’s fucking soaking,” you laughed.

You shed the wet garment and hung it carefully on the back of one of the chairs near you. Nikolai had changed out of his wet shirt as well; he must have moved in the blink of an eye because you didn’t even notice him switch clothes. When you looked at him again, his gaze was fixed on you, his expression hard to read. “What is it?” you finally asked with a nervous laugh as punctuation.

“You’re so pretty,” he said with a small smile. You looked down at yourself- your hair was a complete rat's nest, shirt and jeans soaked through, and though you hadn’t looked in a mirror you could feel your makeup was a mess too. And here he was, arguably the most handsome man you’d ever met, lost for words as you stood in front of him. You bit down on your bottom lip and shook your head before taking him by the hand and leading him back into the party.

Nikolai grabbed each of you a drink and you wandered together to the beer pong table where Aleks was taking his last shot with his partner. Aleks grinned when he saw the two of you walk up and declared he was playing you next after he ‘kicked their ass’. He sunk the last shot and whooped loudly, high-fiving with his partner. Nikolai took his place on the opposite end of the table with you and re-racked the cups.

“Sorry I’m about to embarrass you in front of your date, Nik,” Aleks smirked arrogantly. Nikolai only bounced the light ball against the table top, catching it swiftly on the back of his long fingers. He repeated the trick, unbothered by Aleks and his shit talking, also not correcting him that you were not in fact on a date.

“We’ll just see about that,” he laughed as his first shot sank directly into the front cup. You giggled with him and took a shot of your own, somehow making another shot. You’d played a few times before, but you didn’t consider yourself skilled by any means- certainly not as skilled as these boys. Nikolai was so proud of you, he threw his arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his side. “Good luck, man.”

Aleks was frustrated as his winning streak began to slip through his fingers. Nikolai was clearly the better player, which was making Aleks crazy, though he had also had about five more drinks than Nikolai. You only made one more shot after your beginner’s luck, but Nikolai didn’t mind at all. He happily carried your team and took care of the remaining cups, always encouraging you when you made a lousy toss. Before long, Nikolai was flicking his wrists high over his head like he was making a free throw and sinking the winning shot. The small crowd around the table cheered and Aleks grumpily crossed his arms. Nikolai gathered you in his arms and lifted you easily off the ground, spinning you with him as you celebrated your very first beer pong victory, all thanks to Nikolai.

“Better luck next time!” you taunted sarcastically and Aleks finally gave you a small smile. The next team in line took your spot and you slid back into the crowd undetected and back to Nikolai’s room. “I didn’t know you were good at every sport,” you teased before taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

“Is beer pong really a sport?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. He walked over to stand in front of you and ran his hand over your finally drying hair. “Movie time?”

“Yes,” you replied simply, possibly a little too quickly. Nikolai smiled at you before walking over to his bed. He pulled back the covers and crawled onto his side of the bed, patting the spot next to him, inviting you in. He had chosen some movie to put on evidently, but you truthfully didn’t notice what. You flicked off the lights and jumped in next to him with a smile. Nikolai laid out on his back and you curled up comfortably on his chest.

“I had a really good time tonight, rain storm and surprise party and all,” he said, his voice low in your ear.

“Me too,” you said with a smile, still distracted by the art on his walls. “What inspired your decor choices?”

Nikolai turned his head to look at the picture of the Minotaur over his desk. “As you know, I’m a history major,” he started. “My concentration is in classical studies, specifically the Hellenistic period.” He rolled his neck to face you again. “That’s actually my favorite myth.”

“You know, for being a creative writing major, my Greek mythology is a little rusty,” you prompted, leveling your most charming smile at Nikolai.

“Would you like me to regale you with the tale?” he asked with a dramatic flourish.

“I’m all ears, Mr. Lantsov,” you laughed, positioning yourself so you could rest your chin on your hands laying on his chest and gaze up at him.

“Alright. So, Minos had just become the ruler of the island of Crete, but was still in competition with his brother for power. He prayed to Poseidon to send him a sign of the god’s favor- a bright white bull. Minos was tasked to sacrifice the bull to honor Poseidon, but he was so enamored with the bull that he decided to keep him, believing Poseidon would accept an alternate sacrifice.” Nikolai absently petted your hair.

“But he didn’t?”

“He did not,” Nikolai laughed. “As punishment, Poseidon made Minos’ wife, Pasipahae, fall in love with the bull.”

“Such a Greek god thing to do.” You smiled up at him.

“Isn’t it?” Nikolai beamed back. “Pasiphae had the master craftsman Daedalus create a hollow, wooden cow for her to climb in so she could mate with the bull. And thus, the Minotaur was created. Pasiphae did her best to nurse and raise the Minotaur as a babe, but he grew too fast and became unruly. Minos consulted the oracle at Delphi on what to do, and as a result commissioned Daedalus to construct a gigantic labyrinth to house the Minotaur under the palace in Knossos.”

“Years go by, and one of Minos’ sons is killed by the Athenians, who I guess were jealous of a string of recent victories by the king. From here, there are a few versions on why Athens begins sending youths as tribute, but the most common is that Minos waged and won a war to avenge the death of his son. As the losers, Minos required the Athenians to send seven youths and seven maidens to be sent every seventh year to cast into the labyrinth to be consumed by the Minotaur.”

“The third sacrifice came around and the hero Theseus,” Nikolai started, contempt clear in his voice, “volunteered to go as a sacrifice to Crete to slay the Minotaur. He told his father, Aegeus, that he would put up a white sail when he came back home if he was successful, but would have the crew put up black sails if he was killed by the Minotaur. Once he was in Crete, Minos' daughter Ariadne fell head over heels for Theseus and helped him navigate the labyrinth. In most versions of the story, she gave him a ball of string so he could retrace his steps and a sword to slay the beast. Story goes that he killed the Minotaur and led the Athenians out of the labyrinth, sailing away with them and Ariadne away from Crete.”

“I’m gathering that you’re not a Theseus fan,” you said, eyes still trained on Nikolai’s face. “Why?”

“A number of reasons.” Nikolai paused, clearly deciding on how much he wanted to nerd out. “One being that on the way back to Athens, Theseus abandoned Ariadne on the island of Naxos. He forgot, however, to put up the white sail like he told his father he would. Aegeus saw the black-sailed ship approach and threw himself into the sea, presuming Theseus was dead. But doing so just secured the throne for Theseus. The other being that he murdered the Minotaur.”

“But didn’t the Minotaur kill a bunch of kids?”

“Or was he fed children after being abandoned by his mother, unaware of any other way to live? I don’t subscribe to the idea that the Minotaur is a monster. There’s also quite a bit of evidence that suggests Ariadne saw him as a brother, having to make the impossible choice of her ‘abomination’ of a brother and a man who had convinced her he was in love with her.” Nikolai spoke with such passion and knowledge that it made your stomach tighten. This was a Nikolai not many got to see, a Nikolai you wanted to hold and kiss and laugh with. Fuck, you were in so far over your head.

He’d never been more attractive to you than in that moment. The light from the TV dancing on his perfect cheekbones, his hazel eyes dark as he spoke. “I don’t know. I have a soft spot for him. I feel like the Minotaur got a raw deal.”

“Well, you’ve made me a believer,” you smiled and the way Nickolai beamed back at you made the heat rise in your chest.

“You should stay here tonight.”

“Nik,” you sighed, rolling off him. “You know I can’t do that.” He had no idea how badly you wanted to just scream out ‘yes’.

“I know, I know,” he conceded, staring straight up at the ceiling. “Really wish you could, though.”

“Someday.”

“Is that a promise?” he asked with an arched eyebrow.

“I’m not the oracle at Delphi,” you said over your shoulder, making him snort. “I can’t tell the future.”

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dc41896 · 3 years

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Family Affair

Pairing: Ransom DrysdalexBlack Reader

⚠️: Harsh words from a very despicable family, fluff

“No, absolutely not.”

“Ransom come on-,”

“I said no and that’s my final answer,” he states attempting to return his attention to the newspaper in his hands until you pull it from his grasp. Standing in front of him with arms crossed, he sighs knowing you were far from letting the topic go.

“Ransom I’m not saying you have to give away the Beemer. I’m just saying we might want to look into getting a more family friendly car that a child can actually fit in comfortably.”

“What about your car? It’s fine.”

“You’re right it is. But poopie isn’t always going to be with me, which is why your car should also be safe for them.”

“You know, we’ve been going back and forth about this yet we haven’t even asked the person who’s gonna be riding in the car,” he replies scooting forward, gently grabbing your sides coming closer to your recently visible bump. “What do you say? You think daddy should retire the Beemer?”

Ear pressed against your stomach, you fail trying to hide your giggle as he pretends to listen to your unborn child.

“They said that they see nothing wrong with daddy’s car. Oh and they would rather you not call them poopie.”

“Fine Ransom, do whatever you want about the car,” you sigh giving back his crumpled paper before moving to step over his leg. You feel his grip tighten as you’re brought down to sit on his lap and his lips peck your neck.

“Alright alright, if it’ll make you like me again I’ll look into another car. I’m telling you now though, I’d walk everywhere before I buy a minivan.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” you laugh. “There is something else I want to talk to you about though.”

“Hmm?”

“...I think it’s time to tell your parents.”

His body tenses under you and jaw clenches as he now focuses on your stomach with thumb gliding back and forth over your belly button. Every time you brought up anything dealing with his family that tended to be his reaction, silence paired with an unspoken disdain as if you mentioned his worse enemy.

“Y/N you know how I feel about that.”

“I know but it’s their first grandchild-,”

“It could be their 10th grandchild and I still wouldn’t want them near us.”

“I just don’t want them feel like they missed out on anything and then get even more pissed.” Hands caressing his face, you kiss his lips before meeting his intense blue eyes.

“See how you’re thinking about their feelings? Actually being a decent human being who’s caring and beautiful inside and out? They’re nothing like that and exactly why I don’t want you, or our child, in the same room as them.”

“I get you’re looking out for us, but I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”

“I’m not saying you can’t but Y/N, I’m telling you my family is not the kind where you can warm their cold hearts like some kids movie. I just hope you fully get that.”

“I’m not expecting them to join hands and break out in song like they’re straight out the sound of music. I just want them to know Ransom,” you answer.

He still didn’t want to do it, but he could see your point. The least you both could do was let them know so they couldn’t turn things back on you saying you hid their grandchild from them. Releasing a long breath through his nostrils, he lowers your hands kissing the inside of your wrists.

“Okay, we’ll tell them. But that’s all they need to know.”

“Okay, and you try not to worry,” you smile resting your forehead against his. “Everything’s gonna be fine.”

“For both of your sakes, I hope you’re right,” he responds rubbing your belly.

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The entire car ride to his grandfather’s estate, Ransom was quiet staring straight ahead at the road. He was irritable the whole morning as he trudged back and forth throughout the house getting himself ready. This followed in the car where he simply turned on the radio not uttering a word and leaving you watching the autumn trees pass outside. You know it was all due to his nerves for what was to come and wished there was something you could say to instantly reassure him. Instead though, you simply took his free hand in yours kissing his knuckles.

It was a small gesture, but you wanted to show him you were there.

“Thank you,” he speaks just above a whisper gently squeezing your hand back before placing it on your thigh. Soon after, an older yet well kept looking house became closer in sight causing you to awe in its vintage beauty.

Really calling it a house wouldn’t do it justice. It was like a mini mansion with all the windows that lined the second level and reminded you of a small section of the hogwarts dormitories from the pointed rooftops.

“It’s not as great as it looks,” he says parking the car. “It creaks so loud you can probably hear it outside, gets drafty at night, and some of the furniture has that stale smell you can’t seem to get rid of no matter what you do to it.”

Guiding his chin to look at you, you lean closer capturing his lips with yours as his hand finds the back of your neck holding you close until both of you need to breathe.

“Try to relax, okay?” He nods with a soft smile letting you go so you both can make your way towards the front door.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. It was only supposed to be my parents and grandpa, not the whole family!” It wasn’t until now being halfway to the front steps that you both noticed the extra cars near the front of the house.

“You’d think they’d respect this one wish-,”

“Hey it’s okay. Yea we have more of an audience now, but we’ll be fine. Maybe somehow this’ll work out better for us?”

“Darling you really are too naive at times,” he sarcastically smiles.

“And you can be the biggest grouch I’ve ever met, but I still love you,” you reply mimicking his expression before kissing his cheek as he chuckles.

His arm barely extended enough to reach the knob before the door swung open revealing a middle aged man with white hair and a style similar to Ransom’s from the sweater under his open fleece jacket and jeans over deck shoes.

“Good thing you still look the same after a year or else we wouldn’t know you at all,” he states with arms crossed in front of him.

“Hello father, lovely to see you too.”

“Still as sarcastic as ever too. And who do we have here?”

“Oh I’m Y/N, nice to meet you Mr. Drysdale,” you sweetly smile holding out your hand which he shakes with an amused look painted on his face.

“So this is the special guest we’ve been waiting on,” he grins. “And please call me Richard.”

“Speaking of I thought we agreed it was only gonna be us. Why is the whole family here?”

“Walt came by to talk business with your grandfather so of course Donna and Jacob followed behind. Joni came when she found out everyone else was here because she didn’t want to be ‘left out’,” a lady not far behind Walt in age explains, heels clicking against the hardwood as she approaches the door in her mauve colored suit looking every bit as rich as you’d imagine someone to look. “Richard are you gonna let them in or keep them outside the entire time?”

“Oh sorry, come in,” he motions stepping aside letting the both of you enter.

Although a bit cluttered with the eccentric knickknacks collected by the family over time, it was still just as beautiful inside as it was out, if not more.

“So I’m guessing you’re here to tell me you’re playing house with my son?,” she asks taking a drink from her glass.

“Um well technically yes, but-,”

“Jesus let them sit down first Linda,” Richard shakes his head leading you to the couch as Ransom follows close behind. Of course being the stranger in the house all eyes were on you as you sat down. “So Y/N, what’s your poison?”

“I’ll actually just take water, thank you.”

“Joni, Walt, Donna, Jacob, this is Ransom’s guest Y/N, Y/N these are Ransom’s aunts, his uncle, and youngest cousin,” Linda points respectively before sitting in front of you with legs crossed.

“So what do we owe the pleasure of this little visit Ransom? Need more money from Harlan to do God knows what on some private island?,” Joni chuckles sipping from her wine glass.

“Actually my business here is with my parents which has nothing to do with neither of you leeches,” Ransom quips placing an arm around your shoulder.

“Oh very classy. Y/N I may not know you, but I’d really advise you to get out from under this one as soon as you can,” Walt replies sitting on the arm of his wife’s chair.

“No ‘may not’, you don’t know her, so what makes you think you’re in the position to give her advice of any kind?”

“Okay boys enough,” Linda interjects with a raised hand. “Ransom what’s going on?”

In perfect timing, Richard walks in setting your water down in front of you before sitting in the empty chair next to a waiting Linda who seemed like the type not liking to do so.

“Go ahead,” Ransom whispers in your ear giving a reassuring nod as you sit up a bit straighter with hands clasped in your lap.

“Well, Linda and Richard, we wanted to meet with you to let you know that you’re gonna be grandparents.”

Just staring at you unimpressed with your announcement, you feel your stomach sink disappointed in their lack of enthusiasm or any reaction really.

“Here we go again,” she lowly grins swallowing the last of her brown liquor. “Listen honey you seem like a nice girl, but do you know how many of that boy’s ex’s or random hookups have come here saying the same thing expecting a check from us?”

“Unlike all of those other girls, which it was only four, she’s serious,” Ransom adds.

“Four too many if you ask me,” Joni mumbles.

“Well no one did so why are you still here?!”

“Mrs. Drysdale-,”

“It’s Linda or Mrs. Thrombey-Drysdale dear,” she corrects refilling her glass.

“Linda I’m not here looking for some handout. I just wanted the both of you to know that Ransom and I are expecting so you’d be in their life.”

“How do you know it’s his?,” Richard asks causing both you and Ransom to turn your heads looking as if he’d cursed you using every word under the sun.

“Excuse me?”

“Like Linda said, you seem like a nice girl but we have to make sure we’re not just falling for the innocent farm girl routine here.”

“Plus with you kids now and your wild live free ways, it’s a valid question I’d say,” Donna states making your blood boil to levels you’d never experienced before.

“Yes Ransom is the father. Would you like me to tell you where and when we had sex too so you can add it up yourselves?”

“Hey no need to get an attitude with us,” Walt says trying to calm an apparently offended Donna. “As you know this is a prominent family with assets we’re just trying to protect. Plus think of our patriarch. Bringing all this drama to him in his old age and with his ailments might send the poor man to the hospital.”

“Look I understand, trust me I do. But Ransom is literally right here with me which should be proof enough everything I’m saying is true.”

“And it would be if we knew Ransom wasn’t money hungry and trying to make sure his inheritance was still intact,” Linda says peering over her cup.

“I started my own writing company with the money I had left getting NOTHING MORE from grandpa. I literally said screw my inheritance before I stormed out last year and never came back!,” Ransom yells becoming more frustrated as well.

“People’s minds can change,” Jacob quietly speaks making you scoff before standing up to walk out the room.

“Oh, and before I go,” you start, lifting your sweater just enough so everyone could see your bump. “It’s a real bump. No fake belly or anything if that was the next question.” You didn’t give anyone a chance to say anything more, not even Ransom to stop you from leaving, before you rushed out the room through the kitchen to wherever your feet would guide you.

“Couldn’t leave it alone could you?,” Ransom sighs.

“Well maybe we wouldn’t have to do all that if you would’ve kept it in your pants in the past!,” Linda shouts as Ransom just shakes his head.

“All that booze is really getting to your head,” he chuckles to himself standing to his feet. “Those other girls all came by themselves, wrote letters, or emails claiming those things. Not one did I sit there with them letting them spew lies because I KNEW THEY WERE LYING!”

“Well if this one’s so different, why has it taken a year for us to meet her?!”

“BECAUSE OF THIS!! This dysfunction I’ve had to deal with that I didn’t want to subject my wife or unborn child to!”

“Wife?,” everyone asks at the same time looking as if he’d just grown a second head.

“Yes, my wife. We got married six months ago.”

“Jesus, Ransom,” Richard groans running a hand over his face. “There was a prenup involved right?”

“She offered to sign one, but I said no. Because unlike your marriage, we can trust each other.” Pushing past his father, he follows your steps through the kitchen and eventually out to the enclosed veranda hearing your sniffles.

“I know. You’re here to tell me I told you so and how being a grouch isn’t a bad thing because it avoids your feelings getting hurt,” you softly speak looking down to your belly as your hands cradle the small protrusion.

“No,” he answers sitting beside you kissing your temple. “I just came to check on you.”

“I’ve calmed down, but I just want to go home and go to bed. Oh and you were right about this place being creaky.”

“I’ve told them these floors need to be replaced,” a deep voice announces startling the both of you. The elderly man slowly makes his way to the chair across from you sighing in content as he sits down. “So I hear a new member of the family will be joining us soon.”

“Yea, around May or June. Grandpa this Y/N, my wife. Y/N this is grandpa Harlan,” Ransom introduces as the two of you shake hands.

“Nice to meet you. I apologize for my children’s behavior, they can be-,”

“Rude and outright inconsiderate,” you interrupt quickly slapping your hand over your mouth realizing you just said that out loud. “I’m sorry, it slipped out.”

“It’s quite alright, and in fact true,” he chuckles. “Don’t worry about them though, if you both need anything at all just let me know.”

“That’s nice of you gramps, but this baby is our responsibility. We don’t need any assistance.”

“That’s very commendable of you two, but I don’t want that child going without anything he or she needs to save your ego. Just know I’ll personally be here to help any way I can.”

You could see why Ransom always wanted to be by his grandfathers side. He might’ve had his stern moments from the stories you heard, but overall he was caring and actually gave people chances rather than immediately dismissing them. It made you wonder what happened to the rest of the family for them to turn out so different.

“Thank you Harlan. We really appreciate everything, but especially you just being there for us,” you smile walking over to hug his shoulders making the old man chuckle being caught off guard by your affection.

“You’re very welcome. And you little one,” he directs toward your stomach, “yes you’re coming into a, well...complicated family, but you have the power to determine what reaction your name brings. Whenever you need to be reminded of that, your parents and I will be here.”

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imagine-writerz · 4 years

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Cold Handed Crew (Richard Madden X Reader)

Hey love! I saw you taking request so here I am. Mr Madden is on my mind recently so I was thinking the reader is a coworker of his, having his eyes on her for a while. So reader is going through some rough time with one of the cast member, some kind of harassing going on or something, and Richard catches on with these happenings. I know it's angsty, but it can end with good old fluff 🤷🏽‍♀️😁 thanks love - @badasseddy

So the reader is a makeup artist (Richard’s for The Bodyguard.)! Also the Coworker will be called Tom (cause i don’t want to use a real actor!) All in your pov. (used They/Them)

TW: SEXUAL ASSAULT/HARASSMENT, and alcohol.

Sitting in the blazing sun for hours a day wasn’t considered fun, but then again neither was today. Today I would have loved the heat or the sun burning everyone’s skin. But instead we were left with the rain and snow-like slush. Filming in a city meant everyone also had to deal with the wind blowing in the valley between sky-scrapers. The one enjoyable part of today is the heat I feel while reapplying Richard’s makeup. He always comments on how cold my hands are against his skin, but what can he expect when I’ve been stuck sitting in the cold for hours.

Richard came back to get fake blood added to the already layered on blood. He silently sits in his chair as I pull out my jug of false blood. I start talking as I open it, “Is this your last scene for today?”

“Yeah, after this a couple of the crew members were planning to go get a beer or two and talk. Would you like to join?” He asked, with his smooth-smooth accent, I almost dropped my brush onto his costume as I turned to paint on his face.

“I would love to, if that isn’t any trouble?” I said after I controlled my inner freak out. Finally doing my job as he speaks again.

“It would be no- AH Why are your hands so cold?” He began to shrink away from my icy grasps.

“Sorry, but the faster we apply this the faster you can get away from my oh-so cold hands.” I said, finishing as quick as possible. When I finished, Richard reached for my hands wrapping his own around them.

“I have a few minutes until I have to get back, lets get you warmed up. I think i have some hand warmers in my trailer.” Richard pulled me outside to his trailer, where he left me to wait. He exited three minutes later, with hand warmers and his jacket. “Here you go”

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do that!” I say trying my best not to blush at this attractive and kind man. He wrapped the jacket around me and activated the warmers, but Tom, his co-star, called out.

“Richard, the scene is starting soon!!!” This caused Richard and I to both run to the set. Leaving our close moment together behind.

Tom always seemed to be out to stop any interaction between Richard and I. Something about him creeps me out, his eyes were naturally sunken in and his smile just gave me bad shivers. Any chance he could get he would touch me or talk to me, nothing to serious. Just causes an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach.

“So Y/N, would you care to get drinks with me after work? The others will be there but we can always sneak off...” Tom attempted to flirt with me, throwing a off-putting wink at the end.

“I’m going with Richard, he already invited me. Err sorry...” I said, trying to put some distance between the two of us.

“Well maybe after you would like to come to my place to have some tea?” He didn’t get the hint, moving closer.

“I actually can’t, sorry...” I said moving to sit in Richard’s seat to show I was done with the conversation, “I’ll see you at the bar though.”

Tom got obviously angry and stormed off to shoot a scene. Richard was already waiting in position and chatting with one of the director.

The rest of the day sped by, until Richard came back to the makeup department in hopes of getting the makeup off quickly. He had already changed into his usual jeans and tight white v-neck. As he sat down, I went to find some makeup remover.

“Since we are still here, would you like a ride to the bar?” Richard offered with a small smile. I pull off my or his, jacket and placed it next to him as I begin to remove the cap.

“I would love that.” I say, as I poured a generous amount of the remover on a rag. I approached his face slowly, “This might be cold...”

“The hand warmers didn’t work?” Richard asks as I started removing the makeup.

“They worked for a while but my hands just always end up cold.” I gently scrubbed the makeup away leaving the actor bare-face.

“Ah okay...” He trailed off in thought, “Have you finished?”

“Yes, would you like to head out or do you have anything left to do?” I answered quickly.

“Let’s head out.” Richard stood up, grabbing the jacket. Walking towards the door opening it for me, and offering his hand as I walk down the steps.

“Thank you!”

He offered his arm as we walked to his car, obviously I took it. When arriving to his car, he opened the door and closed it behind me like a gentleman. Most of the drive was silent, but with every turn his muscles flex causing me to almost pass out. When we parked, he stepped out of the car and I moved to open the door, but he pulled it open and offered his hand to help me out of the vehicle.

“The pub is just round the corner, are you ready?” He says, as we stop on the side walk.

“I suppose...” I cringed at how bland I sounded, and Richard’s now arched brow, “I’m just not ready to see Tom again... He got upset last time we spoke..”

“Don’t worry, he’s probably already over it” He sounded unsure, and hesitant. With that we both start walking quietly to the pub. As we enter we see the Tom and the other crew members. Tom started waving wildly at me. Richard places his hand on my back to help guide me through the crowded pub.

“Hey! How are you guys?” Richard asked as we arrive, not removing his hand.

“We are okay. What took you two so long?” Tom asked not removing his gaze from Richard’s hand.

“Y/N was kind enough to help me with all of my makeup.” Richard had a small smirk.

“How about we go get some drinks, does everyone just want beers?” I offered, starting to walk to the bar after everyone hooted and hollered.

“I’m gonna go help her, I’m sure they will need help carrying all the drinks.” Tom got up, slipping through the crowd like a predator through jungle brush. When he reached me, he said, “So you let Dick over there drive you but not me?”

“He doesn’t like that nickname and he was there when I finished work and offered.” I said trying to avoid a fight.

“Ahh, so if anyone offers you’ll give them a ride?” He tries to slip a hand onto my waist, in return I try to shrink away. Luckily the bartender appeared with our drinks.

“Here are you beers, 8 in total.” The tender looked at the two of us with a questioning look but going back to work shortly after. Grabbing four of the drinks, I rush back to the table. Placing two for whomever wants them and giving one to Richard.

“Thank you Love.” He says as he takes a sip. He gently help one of my obviously shaking hands and asks, “Are you cold again?”

“Oh, um only a little. Your hand are really warm.” I said clinging to his hands, when Tom arrives at the table with the other four, looking sour.

“Here.” Tom says as he aggressively places the bottles down. Then sliding in next to me, drinking half of his drink. “I guess I was right.”

“No...” I whisper to him, that doesn’t stops him from placing his hand on my thigh. I try to shake him off, unsuccessfully.

“Shhh...” His hand starts moving up my thigh. With every inch he moves up, my grip on Rich tightens. This obviously caused Richard to look at me, the fear in my eyes caused him to look for what was wrong. Only to land on Tom’s Hand.

“What the F***, What is wrong with you man?!?” Richard burst at Tom, causing everyone to look at the three of us.

“Nothing, I was just showing them a real man.” Tom sneers.

“Get your hands off her and get up!” Richard slide past me, grabbing Tom by his collar. He wanted to damage this boy so badly, but stopped himself. He looked back at me, I was almost in tears.

“Y/N let’s get you home...” Richard let Tom down, and moved towards you to walk you out of the building, away from this man.

When in the car, I finally spoke, “I’m sorry”.

“Oh Love, you have done nothing wrong. Let’s get you home so you can take a nice bath and after that how about we put on some happy, and nice movies.” He said as he put my address into GPS. “Does that sound nice?”

“You’ll stay with me?” I ask looking at his blue eyes.

“If that makes you feel safe, I will.” He said.

“You always make me feel safe...” I let out after a long silence.

When we arrived he opened the car door and helped me into the house. He led me to the shower and grabbed a pair of comfy clothing. When I was out of the shower and all dress, he had ordered take-out food and set up a small cuddle fort. A Disney movie was in and ready to play on my word.

“Hey love, are you feeling better?” I find my actor, in a pair of sweats that were in his bag all the time.

“A little, thank you.”

“I would do anything for you...” He said, this was the way he said ‘I love you’. He gently moved us both to the couch. and started to the movie.

The entire night was him saying I love you, without words.

But after we finished eating and were cuddled into each other he finally said, “I love you, Cold hands and all.”

He loved me the entire time, i just couldn’t see it before.

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rjhpandapaws · 3 years

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Strictly Professional Feelings

Ch 1: Midlife Change of Pace

There was a list of things Hank assumed he would do once his midlife crisis hit; going back to working a desk job wasn’t one of them. Cole had left for university and the empty house was starting to get to him. A bad case with the DPD a few years back had sent him into an early retirement and now that Cole was out of the house boredom was starting to set in. Not quite the best word for it, but it was the one he chose to use. It sounded better than stir crazy. He had applied to a few places, he needed something to keep him busy that wouldn’t fuck with his injuries. Arkait Medical Enterprises had been the one to respond. It was an office job in the business division, the pay was good and he would have full benefits. It wasn’t too far from the house which was an added bonus, less of his paycheck would be going into his gas tank. He hadn’t worked an office job since his college days, but he was relatively sure the biggest changes would be in the computers themselves. He was probably working for some guy his age that had gotten a lucky break. He would be surrounded by people in their thirties, maybe their forties, but he wouldn’t get his hopes up for that. The usual pecking order was probably still in place, so he would probably be the coffee runner until some unlucky intern was added to the team. He started work on Monday, so he had four days to figure out if he had office clothes. Perks of being a plain clothes detective he supposed.

Four days turned out not to be as much time as he had hoped. He went shopping and bought a few shirts that weren’t as loud as his usual choices and dark jeans. There was no amount of money that could get him into a pair of slacks. Sunday night he did what he could to calm his nerves, short of drinking of course, he didn’t want to be hungover at work tomorrow. Soberly calming his nerves amounted to relaxing with Sumo on the couch. He didn’t normally let the massive dog up on the couch, but tonight was an exception. Monday found him awake before his alarm. He knew he wouldn’t be getting a back to sleep so he rolled out of bade to start the coffee machine and then shower. The one nice thing about Cole being away at university was that he didn’t have to mind his volume all that much. There was no one else here to wake up. Hank took a quick a shower and then got dressed. He decided on glasses since he would be staring at a computer all day and tied his hair back in a loose ponytail to keep it out of his face. he scrolled through the news on his phone while he drank his coffee. He fed Sumo and then left a little earlier than he probably needed to but he wanted to miss the worst of the traffic. This was Detroit after all. The one thing you could count on was that there was going to be traffic, you either left early enough to miss it or you were going to be late. Hank was hoping for the former.

He made it to the office early enough to find a decent place to park. He got out and headed for the building, he had a guest code to use for today. He had a meeting with someone named Connor to get his ID card and such today then he’d be able to work. He has prior office experience, so it would only be a matter of learning his way around the programs they used. That shouldn’t take long, he wasn’t the best with technology, but he was a quick learner. He stepped inside and Stephanie, the receptionist from his interview day waved at him, “It’s good to see you again Hank. Mr. Arkait is in his office on the seventeenth floor. he should be ready for you, so head on up. Have a good day.” “You too Stephanie.” She waved to him as he headed for the bank of elevators. He wondered what Mr. Arkait was like. Those business types tended to be snobbish, or if they were younger, a bit odd. He hit the up button and waited. he supposed he would rather someone like Elijah Kamski, eccentric and somewhat self absorbed, but oddly pleasant. The elevator to his left was the one that opened he walked inside and hit the button for the seventeenth floor. He was on his own until the sixth floor when he was joined by a green eyed brunette who looked like he hadn’t slept a day in his life. He was in business clothes under a hoodie that had seen better days. He hit the button for the eleventh floor.

“You up to see Connor?” The man asked gruffly, “Tell him that twin brother of his is an asshole.” Hank raised an eyebrow but nodded, “If I get the chance I will.” He said with absolutely no intent to do so, “Who should I say is sending the message?” “He’ll know.” The man gruffed again before going quiet and scrolling through his phone. Hank leaned against the wall and did the same. He had no plans of giving Connor the message, he didn’t want to lose his job on the first day of it. Silence floated in the elevator until it chimed for the stranger’s floor. He left without a word and Hank was on his own for the rest of the ride. The elevator chimed for his floor and he put his phone away before he stepped out. He was in a hallway, to the right of him was a conference with glass walls, and on his right was a standard wall with a couple of unmarked doors and your usual scenery paintings. He continued down the hall, he was looking for an office and so far he hadn’t come across one yet. At the end of the hall he found what he was looking for. A closed door with Connor Arkait in plain white script on the outside. This was what he was looking for so he raised his hand and knocked firmly three times.

Hank had assumed ha knew what would be waiting for him on the other side of the door. The bright eyed, curly haired thirty something wasn’t what he had in mind. He was pretty attractive and Hank hadn’t been ready for that. He smiled pleasantly and beckoned him inside, Hank followed without giving it much thought. He was talking on the phone. “Look, Silas, I’ll try and talk to Gavin about not drinking so close to his computer; but your issue kind of lies with Richard. He’s the one that brings him all that coffee.” He sighed quietly, but it was very clear that it was a noise of frustration, “Hank is here, if it’s bothering you this much, you can come up when the meeting is done and we can try and figure something out.” Whatever his companion had said was satisfactory enough because he nodded and hung up before turning the rest of his attention toward Hank. He wasn’t ready to bear the the full wait of those deep brown eyes and did what he could to collect himself. “Sorry about that,” The brunette said as he held his hand out, “My name is Connor, it’s a pleasure to meet you Lieutenant.” “Just Hank is fine. My Lieutenant days are behind me now.” He said as he shook Connor’s hand. Connor gave him another friendly smile and gestured for him to take a seat. Once they were both seated Connor looked through the files on his desk until he came away with what he was looking for. A key card on a lanyard and a name tag that had a magnetic bar along the back of it. “Alright Hank.” He said as he handed them over. “These will get you into the building anytime. They both do the same things so just carry whichever one is easiest.”

Hank nodded as he took them from Connor. He stuck them in his jacket pocket for safe keeping, “Thanks.” Connor nodded and moved on, “You’re on the business office which is on the eleventh floor. You’re in an office rather than the bull pen, so hang a left once you leave the elevator. You’ll be the last door on the right.” Hank nodded along as Connor spoke, “They’ll have the name plate on your door by tomorrow. Silas should be down to help you with your computer in a half hour at most. Any questions?” Hank had a few. Mostly along the lines of how someone who couldn’t be any older than thirty-five at best was the spearhead of a medical company that was rivaled only by CyberLife; but he had the feeling Connor wouldn’t like that. He shook his head, “I’m good, thanks.” “Alright,” Connor said with a nod. “I’m just a call, email, or elevator ride away if you have any questions.” Hank nodded as he stood and made his way for the door, “Thanks for your time Connor.” “No problem Hank.” He got back to work as Hank left. He made his way back toward the bank of elevators again. He was one of three supervisors for the business floor. It would be a nice change of pace. He felt odd, he would be in charge of a group of people he hadn’t met. It didn’t feel like something he had earned, more like he had been slid into a place that wasn’t his. It would pass soon enough.

The elevator to the far left of the bank opened up just when he was about to press the call button. Two near identical copies of Connor stepped out of it. He found it safe to assume that one of them was Silas, though Hank didn’t have enough confidence to venture a guess as to which one he was. He gave a polite nod as he passed and both of them returned it. He stepped into the elevator and hit the button for the eleventh floor. He figured he could get settled in and then make introductions if he remembered. Computers tended to give him trouble. He didn’t get any company on his ride down. Once he was on the right floor he made his way to his office. He didn’t have that much in the way of things to put on his desk yet. He would bring his bonsai tree tomorrow unless he forgot, and pictures of Cole and Sumo. Just some things to make it a little more comfortable. There wasn’t much for him to do until Silas came down so he opened the messages on his phone to see if he had anything from Cole. He had received several pictures from around the campus, but not much else. He sent back a picture of his office. It was maybe fifteen minutes later when there was a series of rapid knocks at his office door. He stood stiffly, he would need to make some adjustments to that chair, and opened the door. On the other side was one of the doppelgängers from the elevator. Hank stepped out of the way so he could come in. “You’re Hank right?” The Not-Connor asked as he stepped into the elevator.

“You’re Silas I’m guessing.” He responded trying his best to keep out of the way. Silas smiled, “You’re one of the few that can tell us apart?” “I’ll be honest with you, its only because I met with Connor this morning, and he wasn’t wearing glasses.” Hank admitted, “If I were to pass any of you in the hall way I don’t think I would be able to.” Silas laughed as he made his way to the desk, “I’ll take that. Now let’s get you set up. I’ll run you through the programs if you need it, but they’re pretty similar to Microsoft.” “I think I’ll be alright then.” He said as he came to stand beside Silas. “If you need anything I am down on floor six or you can email me.” He woke up the computer and then made room for Hank at the desk, “Your username is just your work email and your temporary password is the number on the back of your nametag. Once you’re logged in feel free to change your password.” Hank nodded and signed himself in. After he had changed his password Silas gave him a quick run through of the programs, it turned out they were a little more different than he had been expecting do he appreciated the help/ Which ones did what, the ones he would use the most, and how to fix common problems. He even wrote the fixes down and put the sticky note on the bottom right corner of his monitor. “That should be everything.” Silas said as he stood up and stretched. “Thanks Silas.” He said as the brunette left. He got a wave in return.

Other than the stranger in the elevator, everyone he had met so far had seemed nice enough. It was definitely a change of pace from the station, less chaotic, and a corner office was better than retirement. It was just a matter of adjusting.

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brelione · 4 years

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The Surfer And The Siren

Chapter One:The Story,The Legend,The Bullshit.

@kelsiejayy designed this mood board.Lets just take a moment to appreciate how pretty it is :)

Chapter Two

It was a hot,humid day.The lack of clouds only made it worse and JJ was sure he would end up with a sunburn.Sunscreen had never really been in his top priorities and today he was beginning to regret it.The sun was high in the sky,the water unnaturally calm out in the marsh.As the boat came to a stop Kiara had let her hair out of its messy knot.She knew from experience that if she went swimming with her hair in its bun that it would get all snaggly and gross when she took it out.John B set his cold beer down,throwing his board over the side of the boat before making two awkward finger guns with his hands before jumping off the side.Kiara pulled off her light weight t shirt before jumping in as well,making a large splash in the cool blue water.JJ tossed his board before jumping in as well,coming back up to shake the hair away from his forehead.The heat against his tan skin wasnt as intense anymore and he felt comfortable enough to lay on his stomach on top of his surfboard,head down with cool water splashing onto his face every couple of moments.

Pope had done the same and John.B had decided too as well.Kiara was floating on her back,enjoying the contrast between the cool water against her back and the hot sunlight on her face and chest.It was a relaxing and calm experience until Pope spoke up. “Guys-hey,guys.There’s someone watching us.”He whispered,turning to face them and sounding a bit scared.Kiara rolled her eyes,not bothering to look at him. “Im serious,look,there’s someone right there.”He whispered,turning on his side once again so his back was facing them.John.B sat up on his board,helping Kiara to sit on it and balance out the weight,pretending to conversate so that if someone really was watching they wouldnt be suspicious.They glanced over to where Pope was looking,seeing a head bobbing in the water only fifteen or so feet away. “JJ-look.”Kiara whispered to JJ.He hadnt bothered looking up,figuring Pope was just seeing a rock or perhaps a seal.He groaned quietly,looking up so his chin was on his folded fingers.He squinted,lifting up his hand to block the sun.

“Hello!”John.B shouted,causing Kiara to look over at him with wide eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me?”She whispered,smacking his arm.A few seconds later the silhouette raised an arm out of the water and sent an awkward wave towards the group.They waved back,confused as to where this person had come from. “Uh-are you alone out here?”John.B shouted,noticing that there were no boats or boards in the distance. “Um...Yeah,yeah,Im just out for a swim!”The figure shouted back.It was feminine and smooth with a strange accent that JJ couldnt quite put his finger on.He bit down hard on his lip,so hard that he thought blood might start to trickle.His eyebrows furrowed,squinting and trying to see her better.Her head disappeared under the water,not showing up anywhere. “What’s wrong with you guys?”Kie asked upon noticing their facial expressions.Pope’s eyes were noticeably wide as he stared down at his board,JJ’s jaw stayed dropped as he stared out to where the girl had previously been,John.B’s face was a light red as he stared down into the blue water.

“Huh?”John.B asked,looking up at her.Kiara glazed at the two boys who had luckily snapped out of their strange trance. “That was weird,dude.”JJ laughed off his nervousness.He brought himself back to the boat,lifting himself up the ladder and pulling his board up. “Shouldnt we go and check if shes okay?”Pope asked.Kiara nodded in agreement.The three of them got onto the HMS Pogue quickly before moving slowly through the water and keeping an eye out for the girl.No floating bodies,luckily.But no sign of her at all either.When they got back to the Chateau the sun was setting and the air was becoming cooler than it was that afternoon.Pope and JJ had decided to change into normal clothes,hanging up their wet bathing suits and changing into whatever was dry and would fit properly. “We’re gonna head up to the corner store,you guys want anything?”JJ asked them. “Get some chips.”John.B told them,not looking up from his rubix cube.Pope sighed. “What kind of chips?Doritos?Lays?”He asked.John.B shrugged.

“Ooh get skinny pop.”He requested.The two boys began their walk up the cracked cement street.The corner store had been there for so long.It was old and worn down with cracked paint but had pretty much every snack and drink that someone could want.A nice old man owned the store,he wasnt the grumpy kind of old man though.He was friendly and appeared younger than he was.The bell jingled as JJ swung open the door.Old Richard seemed on edge,staring at the door like he was waiting for Obama to walk through.The boys went straight to the chip isle as they hunted for Skinny Pop.JJ had picked out a bag of cool ranch doritos when the bell chimed. “Hi,Rich!”You spoke excitedly almost like a nine year old about to go to Disney World.JJ’s jaw clenched,fingers clenching the doritos bag while his heart beated loudly in his chest.

The voice had the same effect on Pope,eyebrows furrowed while his mind emptied of everything besides your voice.You didnt know that,though.You hadnt seen Richard since last week when he had come to visit you at your cave.He was your oldest friend.Literally.The man was almost eighty and you had been friends with him since...well pretty much forever. “Hello,Darling!Ive got two last customers for the night and then we can get going.”He informed you,a smile coming across his dark face.The sound of the mature and croaky voice broke the boys from their trance,JJ’s head immediately whopping towards the door.His knees went weak as his eyes fell on you.He had never seen someone who looked quite like you.Your hair was long,curly and blue.You were around 15 or 16,a charming grin plastered on your face.You wore tight white ripped jeans and a large balck band t shirt that was clinging to your body due to the material being wet.JJ felt nervous as he and Pope walked up to the counter.

Girls didnt usually make him feel this way.He knew pretty much every single teenage girl on the island and he knew that they all had a thing for him.He was incredibly handsome and talented and funny so he could understand. “That all for today,boys?”Richard asked as he scanned the barcodes on the items.Pope and Richard made small talk but JJ couldnt be bothered to pay attention.His eyes were darting between you and the floor boards.The parts of your eyes that shouldve been white were tinted green or perhaps it was the lighting.You werent wearing makeup or any fancy jewlery yet your blue hair was well kept almost as if you got it professionally washed,dyed and cut every week.He cleared his throat,grinning a bit. “Um...is this your granddaughter?”He asked Richard.The old man chuckled,his face wrinkling as he smiled. “Something like that.”He answered,putting the chips and candy bars into a paper bag.

A small smirk came across your face as it clicked in your mind that these had been the same boys you had seen while you were swimming in the marsh. “Uh...Are you-are you from figure eight?”He asked.You shook your head,twisting the small copper ring on your pinkie finger.Pope looked over to you,blushing and looking away.You were slightly nervous too.It had been a while since you had been around human men that werent Richard.You tried not to giggle at how easily effected they were. “So youre visiting from the main land or some place?”The blonde boy asked as he played with his bracelets. “No,no,im from around here.”You laughed quietly although the sound still bounced off the walls.He gulped,the breath catching in his throat as he heard the whimsical giggle before nodding. “Um,well,im JJ and this is Pope.”He blushed a bright red.He was nearly the same shade of red as his hat. “Cool,im (Y/N).”You introduced yourself.Your voice echoed through his ears,his pupils dilating as he looked down at you.

Pope took the bag and nudged JJ’s shoulder.They both waved to you as they walked out.Once the door was closed behind them Pope let out a loud laugh. “What was that about?”He asked his friend.JJ shrugged,flustered by the encounter.The sky was a dark blue now,sprinkled with stars.The moon was full and a cream yellow color. “Did you get a weird feeling?When you heard her voice,I mean.Like a weird stomach ache or something?”JJ asked.Pope bit the inside of his cheek,the paper bag swaying at his side. “I mean,yeah,but maybe you’re just really high or something.”He tried to make it make sense.JJ shook his head. “Im gonna go back in there.”He turned around. “You can do that but im not waiting for you!”Pope shouted to him.JJ rolled his eyes,standing right outside the door and taking in a large and nervous breath.He opened the door,the familiar jingle of the bells filling his ears.

You looked up at him from the other side of the store after hearing the sound.You were filling a paper bag with pop tarts,jolly ranchers and swedish fish.Pretty much anything that tasted good and gave you small bursts of energy.Richard was behind the counter,a variety of folded shirts and shorts being stuffed into a drawstring bag.He glanced over at you before looking back at JJ. “We’re closed for the night,JJ.”He reminded the blonde.JJ nodded. “Yeah,I know,sorry.I think i dropped my lighter here so im just gonna look for it.”He lied. “Be quick.”Richard told the young boy.JJ went to the chip isle,pretending to look. “Do you need help finding it?’You asked,now standing at the end of the isle.His breaths went shallow,ears ringing as he looked into your eyes. “Why dont you just come back and look for it tomorrow?”Richard suggested.JJ bit his lip,the ringing stopping. “Um...Oka.Ill just come back tomorrow.”He turned to leave the isle but was stopped by the sound of your voice. “Is this it?”You asked,the silver zippo lighter in your palm.

He nodded,fingers brughsing against yours as he took it from your hand.A shiver ran down his spine,a loud sound between a scream and a laugh filled his ears and mind while his vision became nothing but bright white.He couldnt feel anything around him or even his feet on the floor.It was like the feeling of jumping into water on a really hot day with music blasting from a shitty five dollar speaker.It was pleasant but also scary.When your hand fell away the feeling left with it,leaving him to just stare down at you with shock.You just grinned,knowing exactly what had happened before making your way to the back of the store to grab an energy drink.His fingers tightened around the lighter.He walked out of the store again,feeling a mix of surprise and relief when he saw Pope leaning against a tree and eating pringles.

He jogged over to the tree. “So how’d it go?”Pope wiggled his eyebrows.JJ grinned. “Uh,well...I definitely saw her.”He rubbed the back of his neck.Pope laughed in his face before they began their walk back to John.B’s. “so you have a crush on a girl you just met,that you know nothing about and that youve barely spoken to?”Pope asked as he crunched another chip between his teeth. “Well,when you put it like that it sounds stupid.”He frowned,taking the tube of chips away.Pope chuckled. “If you still remember her name next week you should ask her to hang out with us.”He suggested.JJ nodded.When they got back to the house JJ laid down in the hammock,staring up at the sky like an idiot. “So JJ met a girl today.”Pope told the group as he took a sip of pepsi.Kiara rolled her eyes. “Please do not tell me that you hooked up with a girl behind the store.”She groaned.JJ shook his head. “No,I didnt.This was different.”He rolled onto his side so he was facing the others.John.B laughed,taking a swig of gas station beer. “So whats this girls name?”He asked.JJ let out a long,breathy sigh.

“(Y/N)...god,she is so pretty.”He whispered,almost dreamily.Kiara rolled her eyes,eating a piece of popcorn. “Theres more to girls than that,JJ.”She reminded him.He nodded. “I know,I know.She has such a nice voice and she had blue hair and she just seems so...I dont even know.”He thought out loud.Kiara snorted. “Youve got a crush.”She teased.John.Bs eyebrows furrowed,his smile turning into a confused frown. “Blue hair?Like that old legend?”He asked.Kiara grumbled something under her breath. “Please do not tell me that you still believe in that bull shit.”She tossed a sour patch kid into her mouth. “Wait,what?”JJ asked.John.B sat up straight. “You cannot be serious.”His voice went flat.JJ shrugged,lighting a blunt.Kiara threw a sour patch at Pope before eating one. “Rafe Cameron will not shut up about it.”She huffed. “What are you guys talking about?”JJ asked,becoming annoyed. “Its all bull.”Pope shook his head.

“No,no im telling you she had to be the one that saved me when I wiped out!And that time we were on the boat and a whole ass bag of swedish fish went missing off the boat!Or today when that random girl was in the marsh?Think about it!It had to have been her!”John.B exclaimed.JJ blew out a stream of white smoke. “I still dont know what youre talking about.”He released more smoke from his lungs and out his nostrils. “Okay-so for the last hundred years a girl with blue hair has rescued like a shit ton of people and saved a ton of beached dolphins and went to the Stone Wall riots and obviously no one around here has blue hair so whenever someone with blue hair shows up its like ‘wow its her’ but like,what if its actually her?”He finished his rant. “Alright,but like,this might be a bit dramatic….but maybe she just dyed her hair.”Pope tied a gummy worm into a know. “Hair dye is fucking expensive,no pogue could afford it.What kind of fancy kook would have blue hair?”John.B defended his argument.Kiara frowned. “Youre serious right now?”She asked.He nodded.

“And what did Rafe Cameron say?”He asked.Kiara sighed,leaning back in her chair. “He was saying how he saw her and Sarah fighting seagulls and they went away by her singing to them and then he blacked out or something dumb like that.Now he set up a camera by the beach because he’s convinced she’ll show up again.”Kiara explained,closing her eyes as she spoke.JJ smirked. “So lets steal the camera and find out.”He suggested.Kiara shook her head. “Thats a terrible plan.He probably has the live video going to his phone anyways.”She yawned.

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impala-dreamer · 4 years

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When You Break The Rules

SPN FanFic

~A slip of the tongue at a panel lands you in some hot water with Mr. Collins backstage.~

Misha x Reader, Brianna, Kim, Ruth, Rich, OFC

2,079 Words

Warnings: NSFW! Dom!Misha, Sub!Reader. Spanking. Smut. Awesome.

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Another weekend, another convention, another panel with the girls.

You sat on stage, ankles crossed like a lady, knees peeking out from beneath the hem of your sundress. It was hot, too hot for jeans, especially under those stage lights, and besides, your lover liked to see your calves.

No one else seemed to notice or care about your unusually fancy attire, too focused on Brianna and Kim having a fiery debate over which Winchester would have been with which sheriff. That was just fine with you, it was entertaining to watch them bicker even though you knew they’d give the standard answer: Jody and Sam, Donna and Dean.

To your left, Ruthie cleared her throat into the microphone and raised a heavily painted brow. “Excuse me! Why does no one ever ask who Rowena should be with?”

Her angry pout made the audience laugh and Kim jumped all over it.

“Well, who would Rowena be with?” she laughed as she turned towards Ruthie.

Bright red lips smiled coyly. “Samuel, obviously.”

Kim’s face dropped with annoyance and she crossed her arms, popping a denim-clad hip. “Oh, now we have to fight.”

Instantly, Brianna was at Kim’s side, comically holding her back as Kim lunged forward, growling at Ruthie. The tiny redhead looked to you for help but you shrugged and threw your hands up, laughing into the mic.

“Hell no, I’m not getting involved here. No way!”

That was the exact wrong move, for the dueling trio turned to you, ready to attack. Thankfully, Brianna was able to wrangle Kim in, and the fiasco was averted.

“Moving on…” Brianna sang, flamboyantly waving at the next fan in line waiting to speak. “Hey. How are ya, who are ya, where ya from?”

The tiny purple-haired teen looked up at Bri in awe, nearly drooling at the sight of her bare midriff. “I-I’m Lisa-”

“Hi, Lisa! Nice to meet you!” Brianna smiled brightly and the girl nearly fainted. “You got a question for me?”

Lisa nodded shyly and swallowed down a wave of fear. “It’s for everyone. If you could have kissed anyone on the show, who would you want to kiss?”

Kim hummed into her mic. “Oh…”

Ruthie grinned devilishly and tapped her cheek, deep in thought.

You shivered and tried to hide your nerves. This was the exact sort of question you hated answering. There was never a right answer.

Brianna and Kim looked at each other and smirked, answering in unison. “Jensen.”

The crowd cheered, seeming to agree.

Ruthie knocked her head side to side, unable to decide. “Well, you know, I did rather enjoy smooching Richard…”

“Did someone say my name?”

The Trickster himself appeared from behind the curtain, summoned by Ruthie’s answer. You breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that time was up and you wouldn’t have to answer.

You were wrong once again.

“Y/N, what’s your answer?” Richard asked, rounding the line of chairs to stand next to Ruthie and drape an arm around his friend. “You’re awful quiet.”

Embarrassment churned in your gut. “Oh, I don’t know guys, I can’t choose. Everyone’s so beautiful.”

Before anyone could move on and end the panel, a fan in the front row shouted up to the stage. “You got to kiss Sam!”

Which, was true. The character you played on Supernatural had, in fact, made out a bit with Sam Winchester in the episode right before Dean accidentally killed you. Still, it wasn’t really an answer you could give.

“That’s true…” you agreed, praying Richard and the band would cut you off and the universe would have some mercy.

“And?” Kim pressed.

“And… Sam’s a… pretty good kisser,” you said, much to everyone’s joy.

Kim couldn’t let it rest and leaned in. “So, Jared is too?”

Heat filled your face and you bit your lip, sure that you were going to get in trouble either way.

“Yeah,” you nodded, smirking at the crowd. “He sure is.”

To say that the auditorium went crazy was an understatement, but all you could hear was your heart pounding; all you could see was one face out in the back of the theater, one face blazing with anger.

Misha grabbed your arm as you left the stage, practically dragging you off of your feet before you knew what was happening. You knew better than to question it, so you let him pull you down the service hallway and into a dark conference room.

Your pulse was racing when he let go of you, shoving you into the room before slamming the door shut behind him.

He turned, face contorted in special anger; blue eyes narrow, right brow raised.

“What did you think you were doing up there?” he asked, voice like gravel as he flipped on the light.

Swallowing hard, you batted your eyes and tried to give your most innocent smile. “What do you mean?”

Misha wasn’t buying it. He stormed forward, chin down, eyes tight on yours. “You. Talking about kissing Jared. I saw you.”

Despite his expression, you laughed. “Misha- I was just- that was just a question. I was only doing my job. Ya know, entertaining the masses.”

His upper lip twitched as he grit his teeth and growled. “Your job is not to embarrass me. Your job is to be mine.”

Anticipation and nervous energy swirled in your belly. “I’m...I’m sorry.”

He rushed at you in a blur, big hand curling around your back to grab a fistful of hair. “Not yet,” he assured you, teeth gnashing with jealous rage. “But you will be.” He let you go forcefully and you stumbled backward a step, knocking into the long oval conference table. Misha rolled up the sleeves of his blue sweater. “Turn around, girl. You need to be punished.”

A lustful haze overtook you and your eyes rolled just a bit. “Y-yes, Sir.” Before the words faded in the air, you had spun around and planted your palms on the polished oak table. Your bend wasn’t deep enough and Misha placed his big hand between your shoulder blades, pushing you forward until your tits smashed against the table.

Your breath fogged the shining tabletop as Misha ran his hand down your spine, all the way until he hit the hem of your dress.

“You wearing panties today, little girl?” he asked; tips of his fingers ghosting the back of your thigh.

Your voice shook when you answered. “Yes, Sir. I had to. I-I was on stage.”

Misha shook his head in disappointment. “Too bad.” His hand curled around the skirt and yanked it up, exposing your panties and lower back to the room. “I hope you didn’t like these.”

Two firm rips later, your underwear lay in shreds on the ugly navy carpet. Cool air hit your pussy and you realized then just how wet he was making you. A moan left your lips before you could catch it.

“Oh, my little slut likes this?” Misha asked, dragging his right hand down over the globe of your ass.

“Yes, Sir,” you whispered in reply. “Feels good.”

“Does it?”

A crack filled the silence of the room as Misha spanked you, nice and hard, on the right. You gasped as the tingling pain spread across your cheek and sank deep inside, your flesh absorbing the heat of it.

“Yes,” you moaned, knowing that not answering him would lead to a worse punishment.

“Good.”

Another slap, harder this time, burned his handprint into your skin. You bit your lip to keep from crying as his hand came down in the exact same spot once more.

“Bad girls break the rules,” he reminded you, continually whacking your tender flesh. “When you break the rules, you get punished.” Each snap of his wrist made your heart skip and your eyes roll; your body was shaking under his reprimand, leaking with arousal. “You don’t want to be a bad girl, do you?”

“No, S-s-sir!” It was hard to think, hard to speak, hard to do anything but take each blow and drag it deep inside, let your body swallow it down. Your cunt was aching, dripping, begging for release, but the hits kept coming.

Side to side he moved, making sure to cover the most sensitive spots, knowing you would feel him the rest of the day. Every time you sat down, any time someone bumped into you, there would be a silent hiss and your eyes would grow wider; remembering your punishment, remembering his hands on you.

“Are you ready to be my good girl again, Y/N?” Another crack on the left and a soothing rub.

“Yes, Sir! Please! Wanna be your good girl!”

Misha leaned down, covering your back and pressing you into the hard table. “I’m not so sure.” His teeth caught your ear and you whimpered pitifully.

“I-I’m sorry,” you prayed, barely able to breathe with his weight on top of you.

“Are you?”

A deep shiver ran through you as his voice filled your mind. “Yes!” you pleaded. “Yes, I’m so sorry. I’m yours. Always. No more Jared talk I swear!”

“Then cum.”

“What?”

Misha stood up and you gasped as the air filled your lungs. “If you’re so sorry, then cum,” he said again. “Right now. I want to feel it.”

As you took your next breath, Misha shoved his hand between your thighs and pressed his palm up against your cunt, pressing hard. Every muscle was tense and you could feel each line of his hand against your wetness, feel the heat from his skin. With his free hand, he slapped your ass once more and you came, feeling the balloon pop instantly. It was small but the stream of pleasure rolled through you, making your shoulders shake and your jaw drop in a heavy pant.

Satisfied by the flood against his hand, Misha grinned and tapped your hip. “Good. Now, spread your legs nice and wide.”

Your feet moved without a thought, shuffling over the carpet to spread yourself open for him.

Misha dropped his zipper and let his jeans hang around his thighs. “There’s my girl.” He was inside before you could blink, slamming deep inside your pulsing cunt without an ounce of hesitation. He felt like heaven after the beating, felt so good to be filled up by his familiar heft, but his thighs slapping against your ass burned. He rode you into the table, belt buckle stinging your sore backside; rough denim scratching your aching thighs. It was heaven and hell suddenly, and you couldn’t think for the pleasure building inside again.

Misha came, slamming you hard into the edge of the table, surely bruising your belly. You could feel the press of his firm thighs, the explosion of heat, his heavy breath raining down upon you. He stayed there even as he came down, letting your pussy convulse around him as long as it could.

“Have you learned a lesson, baby girl?” His palm slid up your back as he leaned over you once more.

Dazed and happy, shaking and sleepy, you answered in a rambling string of words that passed no filter, they just were. “Yes, sir. Yes. I promise to behave. Always.”

“Good.” He kissed the nape of your neck and nuzzled in for a brief moment, breathing you in, holding you tight.

Finally, he moved away and you stood up; legs and back aching from the long-held position. “Wow,” you commented with a lazy smile. “That was...wow.” Your hair was a mess, but you did the best you could, brushing it back from your sweaty face.

Misha smiled sweetly as he righted his outfit, taking care to retuck his undershirt and adjust the sleeves of his sweater.

The big clock on the wall gave made you startle. “Shit! I have like ten mins before photos. I gotta go get cleaned up.” You shivered to clear your head and then took a step towards the door, ready to sneak out and find a restroom.

Before your second step, Misha’s hand shot out and took hold of your wrist, pulling you back. “No,” he growled. “I want my cum dripping out of you in front of all those fans.” His eyes were filled with the devil and you shuddered at the thought. “I want them all to suspect, to smell it on you. You’re mine.”

You swallowed hard as you stared up at your Sir, nodding in absolute obedient compliance.

“Yes, Sir. Only Yours.”

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nolanhollogay · 3 years

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you’ve unlocked nate’s tragic backstory congrats!! @juliesdahlias @richitozier @witchofinterest

cw: talk of sex in the beginning (nothing explicit and nothing happens but u know i dont want anyone to be uncomfy), talk of and descriptions of child abuse, blood and stabbing

"No," Dick grumbled, glaring down at him. He was sitting on Nate's thighs, his legs tucked underneath himself as he frowned in playful displeasure.

Nate whined. "Why not?" he asked, walking his fingers up the inseam of Dick's jeans. His nails were painted a pretty purple color at Rachel's request and they looked exceptionally lovely against the dark blue denim.

Dick grabbed his hand to stop it's wandering. His palm was warm around Nate’s cold fingers. "It's 3pm."

"Time isn't real. It's a man made construct," Nate countered, tangling their fingers together. He didn't even really care all that much about having sex anymore, he just liked to argue.

"That doesn't mean we don't have to follow it," Dick said, rolling his eyes.

"So what? We can only have sex after 8pm? We're not straight people, Richard."

Dick laughed, face lighting up in surprise and Nate's heart sang.

"No, we’re not, but like, calm down. Wait a bit. You're like a rabbit," he said, kissing Nate's forehead. Nate smiled and pulled him into a kiss with a hand on the back of his neck.

"I have a pair of bunny ears, if you're into the kind of thing," he joked against his mouth, just to hear him laugh again.

Dick tried to keep the kiss calm and sweet but Nate didn't really have the patience for that. He slid his tongue between Dick's teeth, pulling him closer by his hair. Dick, for all of his protesting before, didn't seem too upset about it.

Nate had just gotten Dick's shirt off, throwing it to the floor, when his bedroom door opened.

He let out a loud annoyed groan at being interrupted. He couldn't handle any more robbers or people who wanted to beat him up. He really needed to invest in a better lock

He looked over Dick's shoulder and groaned again when he saw his father standing there. He was wearing a god awful trench-coat that was the color of olives and an unimpressed look. He looked older then when Nate had seen him last, around ten months ago over a Skype call. His hair was more gray than black and there were more wrinkles around his eyes and mouth.

What was he even doing here?

Nate pushed Dick out of his lap causing him to grunt in surprise. "Hi Dad," he said, forcing a smile. It probably looked as fake as it felt.

"I guess I know why you weren't answering my text messages," Nate's father said with a hint of a smile. Dick went pink in the face and grabbed his shirt from the ground, pulling it back on.

Nate shrugged. He'd been ignoring his father's texts for months for a variety of reasons. He'd seen the texts about him visiting that morning but assumed it meant some time in the near future, not that day.

Nate's father cleared his throat, looking between him and Dick with a raised eyebrow. "Aren't you going to introduce us?"

Nate made a noise of annoyance in the back of his throat. He didn't want to introduce them. He wanted them to stay so far away from each other that they didn't know the other existed.

"Dick, this is my father. Dad, this is my boyfriend, Dick," he said, gesturing between them with his hand.

Dick smiled, charming but nervous and Nate’s heart turned into liquid despite his growing anger.

"Uh, nice to meet you sir," he said, reaching out to shake his hand. Nate's dad took it, looking less than enthusiastic. When they dropped hands, he looked Dick up and down, taking in his muscle and his messed up hair.

"I don't like him," he said in Mandarin, sending Nate a disapproving look.

Nate rolled his eyes. "I didn't think you would," he replied in English, just to piss him off.

"You could have at least told me you were seeing someone, Minjun," he said, once again in Mandarin.

Nate let out a humorless laugh. There was something dark and sad crawling inside his chest. He felt twitchy and ready to snap, like a caged animal. "Yeah, but then you would have gotten mad at me," he all but growled.

"Why would I be mad at you for dating someone?" his father asked, looking genuinely puzzled. Nate watched the realization hit him and he was given a look so pitying that it made rage dance under his skin. He wanted to bite someone.

"Minjun, I'm not your mother. I'm not going to hurt you or be mad at you for every little thing. You're an adult who's free to make his own decisions," he said. Then he quickly added, "Within reason." Nate scoffed. Of course he decided to switch back to English to say that.

Nate rolled his eyes but didn't argue. Dick sent him a confused looked, mouth twisted down in a frown.

"Is there anything you needed?" Nate asked, trying not to curl his fists at his sides. Or did he just come over to ruin Nate's day and unearth his trauma for no reason?

His dad shook his head. "No, not right now. But we'll make dinner together tomorrow and talk. I'll call you."

"Okay," Nate replied briskly.

Nate watched him go, seething silently. Dick watched him, eyes locked on the clench of his jaw.

"What just happened?" he asked, voice flooded with concern.

Nate didn’t want to talk about it. "That was my dad," he said vaguely.

Dick rolled his eyes, but there was no heat behind it. "I gathered that, yeah. What was he saying? That stuff about your mom.. And what was he calling you?"

"Minjun. It's my name. My other name. And I don't want to talk about it. Not right now," Nate explained. He still felt caged. He was hit with the urge to break something, like the lamp on his desk.

"Okay. Fine with me," Dick said with a nod and a small smile. Then he asked, "Can I give you a hug?"

Nate laughed despite his rage. "Why are you asking? Freak."

Dick made an annoyed noise. "Because you're all tense. I don't want to touch you if it don't want to be touched."

"You're so soft. It's disgusting,” Nate said, sending him a smile. “Give me a stupid hug."

Dick wrapped his arms around his Nate’s waist, pulling him close. Nate buried his face in his neck, sighing. This was the one place he felt truly comfortable, wrapped in Dick’s strong arms.

It wasn’t until much later that Nate brought up his family again. They were lying in his bed, with Nate turned away from Dick, looking out of his window. The moon was full and bright, and he locked his stare onto it to give himself something to focus on as he told Dick his story.

"My mom is shitty,” Nate explained, unprompted. He knew Dick wouldn’t have brought it up again because he said he didn’t want to talk about it, but he needed to get it off his chest. it had been eating at him all day, like a parasite in his stomach. “She used to hit me and burn me with her cigarettes and she hated me. She's the reason I have the scar on my back."

Dick ran his fingers over it, the raised pink skin that interrupted the smooth expanse of his back. It was a line that was just off center and it would have been perfectly straight if not for the jagged curve at the end.

"What happened?" Dick asked, voice soft. Something cracked in Nate’s chest, but he ignored it.

Nate cleared his throat as the vivid memories hit him. He just had to focus on the moon and ignore the phantom pains. Ignore the feeling of blood trickling down his back and the blade under his skin.

"She, uh, got mad at me for something. I don't remember what, but she pinned me to the kitchen floor and tried to kill me. Said she was gonna rip my heart out from the back so I didn't have to see it,” he said. He remembered the sweetness in her voice as she said. He’d never heard it before that moment and he didn’t like it all. ”She would've gotten farther than she did if my dad hadn't come home from work early. That's why it's crooked at the bottom. Because he yanked her away from me from the side."

Dick mumbled, "Jesus Christ," which made him laugh.

"After that he shipped me out here to the States to live with my uncle when I was like sixteen. To get me away from her and so he didn't have to deal with all my bullshit and trauma. It's why he was trying to be nice earlier. He feels guilty."

Dick kissed his shoulder, wrapping his arm around his waist. "That's so terrible. I'm sorry you had to live through that."

Nate shrugged. "Well, there's nothing we can do about it now. It doesn't really matter."

"Of course it matters," Dick argued. "That's something that you have to carry with you every day."

Nate turned around to face him and Dick saw something on his face that made him kiss him, gentle and slow.

“Don’t get all soft on me,” Nate grumbled. “I’m not broken or something. I’m just traumatized and that’s my burden to live with.”

Dick’s eyebrows wrinkled as he thought of how to reply. Nate smoothed the lines out with his pointer finger.

“I love you,” he settled on. “I know we’re both weird about saying it cause we’re our own kinds of emotionally fucked up, but I do. Not just cause you told me about your family or cause you’re a good kisser. And I want you to know that someone loves you unconditionally.”

Nate’s face twisted as his eyes filled with tears. He huffed in anger and embarrassment at his body’s reaction. He wasn’t going to cry over this.

He buried his face in Dick’s chest as he tried to collect himself. “I hate you. You gross me out,” he croaked out.

Dick laughed, Nate feeling it from where his face was pressed against his bare skin. Dick ran his fingers through his hair making him sigh.

“Love you too,” he finally replied as he felt himself starting to drift into sleep.

There was a smile in Dick’s voice as he responded, “I know you do.”

#liuson #nathaniel liu #my writing #this was supposed to be longer but i have homework >:(#maybe there will be a part 2

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kaspbrak-tozier-reddie · 4 years

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#1 & #30

#1 - “I’m cold” “take my jacket” & #30 - “Oh my gosh, you’re so annoying!”

Pairing: Reddie

Warnings: Sonia’s parenting, swearing, underage drinking

Masterlist + Prompt List + Asks

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Eddie and Richie have been struggling for the past year with their newly found long distant relationship. Sure they had started dating only a couple of weeks before graduation but they had to split for college. Eddie had left sooner as Sonia had wanted to move to New York to be with Eddie since he didn’t want to go to a community college. It had been had at first but considering the technology, ie. Skype and phone apps like Snapchat and Messenger, it was a little easier.

Since there is a couple weeks break for Christmas and New Years, Richie and Eddie decided to meet back in Derry. Only for the sole purpose of introducing Eddie to Richie’s parents, well as his boyfriend instead of his best friend.

So that’s where they’re at now, standing on the 2-inch high, snow-covered pavement in front of Richie’s childhood home. “Does it feel weird?” Eddie asks Richie. “I mean, you haven’t been home for a whole year.”

“It is a little,” Richie admits. “It should go well this time, hopefully.”

Sonia Kaspbrak was an easy trip, Richie was already in New York for July so Eddie thought it’d be best to tell Sonia. Of course in good Sonia fashion, she blew a casket at Richie, claiming him to be dirty and had also corrupted her saint of a son. After leaving in a huff, Eddie was apologising to Richie on the subway back to his off-campus apartment.

“Well, let’s go. It’s chilly.” Eddie says, shivering a little. Richie pushed open the gate and led Eddie up to the front door and knocking.

Richie makes a note that the house exterior has not changed within the past year, except for a new paint job. There is no more chipping paint on the exterior walls and the front door is now stained timber instead of painted red.

“Eddie!” Maggie exclaims as soon as the front door swings open, pulling him into a hug. Once she releases Eddie, she brings her son in for a bone-crushing hug. “When you said you were bringing someone over, I was hoping that it was - ” Maggie cut herself off and looks between the two boys.

Richie isn’t sure if she cut herself short because she’s happy or if she thinks it’s a stupid idea. A stupid idea that will tear their whole friendship and friend group apart if they ever break up.

“About fucking time you two! So when did this happen? how long have you been hiding this from me?” Maggie says with far too much joy laced in her voice, for Richie’s liking at least.

“Ma, can we go inside? It’s cold!” Richie whines.

“Oh crap! Yes of course.” Maggie steps aside to let Eddie and Richie into the house.

****

The house is like an oven compared to outside. The Toziers have their fireplace crackling away and a couple of heaters. Richie and Eddie remove their boots and socks and quickly changing into the spare shoes they had packed, in case of this kind of weather. Eddie can blissfully smell the roast that Wentworth and Maggie have prepared as well as the strong scent of cinnamon.

“Oh Eddie, this is a pleasant surprise,” Wentworth exclaims stepping from the kitchen to greet him. He extends his right hand outwards to Eddie, which Eddie politely shakes. “When Richie said he was bringing a boy over, I didn’t expect - “ Went pauses. “Oh my goodness!”

Eddie swears he sees Richie blush, through his peripheral vision. “So Eddie is this mysterious boy that you’ve been gushing about for the past year?” Maggie questions her son.

“’Mystery boy’?” Eddie asks Richie. Richie’s already pink-tinged face, starts to get darker before resting on a crimson.

“Well, we were keeping it a secret until we knew how serious it was,” Richie admits. “So, mystery.”

“Oh, so this is serious?” Went asks.

“Yeah,” Eddie replies.

Went and Maggie smile at each other, joyously, and quickly bring the food out of the kitchen and a bottle of white wine, while Richie and Eddie take their seats.

“I know that you’re both underage but one glass won’t kill you,” Maggie says.

Eddie could think of a whole damned list but doesn’t say anything because he knows that she’s right. If they, however, drink a whole bottle or two, they’d be in strife. He watches as Maggie pours both him and Richie half a glass of the wine, being the responsible but fun adult that she is.

Richie starts to load up Eddie’s plate with the chicken that Went made, it sort of became a habit. When they were kids Eddie was shy and scared to eat a lot of the junk food that the losers had. Only taking minuscule amounts of chips, candy, chocolate, pizza etc. Eddie never touched any soda, opting to only drink water or freshly juiced oranges that can from Mike’s farm. It was also because Sonia used to pile food onto Eddie’s plate, so Richie often did it for Eddie even though Eddie always says he could do it himself.

“This is so nice Mr Tozier,” Eddie says after a few mouthfuls of food.

“Please, Edward you’ve earnt first name privileges,” Wentworth says, “and thank you.” Eddie smiles and takes another forkful to his mouth.

****

“If you two are going up to your room, Richard, I want that door open,” Maggie says sternly.

“Okay mom,” Richie replies and leads Eddie upstairs to Richie’s bedroom.

The room’s bare except for a few posters, here and there, ones that are tattered or aren’t one of Richie’s favourite bands anymore. There aren’t any photos stuck to the edges of his mirror or framed photos on the nightstands. The sheets were still black as were the 3 blankets that Maggie must’ve put on the bed.

“I guess you aren’t allowed in my bed tonight,” Richie jokes, noting the mattress on the floor beside his bed.

“Do you want me to?” Eddie asks jokingly, the two laugh nervously, unsure of the new protocols that have just been placed in the Tozier household. It’s no secret that Richie and Eddie use to sleep in the same bed, or that both would sneak into each other’s houses in the middle of the night when they were younger. But now that they are dating?

“Screw my parents,” Richie says in his British accent.

“Not the British guy,” Eddie groans.

Richie opens his window and sits on the ledge, letting his long legs dangle over the side of the house, Eddie joins him and rests his head on Richie’s shoulder. They used to sit on the window frame for hours, looking up at the sky. If it was Summer/Spring, they’d climb up to the roof and lie on the metal sheets. Since the roof was probably covered in snow, the two sit on the frame looking aimlessly at the sky, making shapes with the stars.

“Want to drive around town for a bit and maybe go to the fields?” Richie asks.

“Just like old times, eh Rich?” Eddie chuckles, the pair climbs down the tree and make their way to the beat-up truck that never made it to Seattle. Richie didn’t want to take the truck to Seattle because everything he’d need was within walking distance or he’d use his bike.

As they got into the car, Eddie shivers, regretting not grabbing his coat on the way out. “I’m cold” Eddie whispers.

“Here, take my jacket.” Richie shrugs off his worn-out denim jacket and passes it to Eddie. Almost immediately, Eddie pulls it over his arms and wraps himself in it, enjoying the strong scent of Richie’s cologne and washing detergent.

They drove around town, taking in the breathtaking view of the retro buildings. You ever get that in big cities, the whole modernisation thing didn’t sit well with Richie and Eddie, it took a couple of months for them to get truly get used to the idea of everything. Especially with public transport.

Driving through town then to the fields on the outskirts of the town had become their thing. When Richie got his truck, he took Eddie out to celebrate. He had asked him to stay the night, in case they got back late. They went to the diner that the losers always went to and then drove around before stopping on the side of the road before the big-ass sign saying “WELCOME TO DERRY”.

Tonight was no different, except they didn’t go to the diner, they went to the 24/7 corner store for Slurpees (even though it is freezing out) and continued their drive around Derry. Richie pulls up on the side of the road and pulls out an old cassette tape that Eddie had made him a few years ago. The soft tune of ‘Tiny Dancer’ by Elton John played through the speakers. “Oh my goodness I forgot I made this!” Eddie squeaks, covering his face with his hands.

“I haven’t listened to it in years,” Richie says and takes a slurp, finishing off his Slurpee.

“I made this to express my love for you but um, I thought you didn’t feel the same way.”

“You kidding?! I kept chickening out until Stan basically pushed me to ask you out! If he didn’t I wouldn’t be with you now.”

“I’ve got to thank Stan.”

Richie shoves Eddie slightly and Eddie shoves him back. They sit in silence watching the twinkling stars and enjoying each other’s company. Eddie found himself drifting off to sleep listening to ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ by Elvis Presley. Richie puts the car in drive and drives back to his house.

****

Richie struggles to carry Eddie’s sleeping body up the stairs to his bedroom while trying to not wake his parent. “Rich?” Maggie asks standing at the top of the stairs.

“Sorry, we went out and Eddie fell asleep,” Richie explains, whispering, and almost trips on the last stair, thankfully Maggie stops him and helps get Eddie into bed. “I’ll take the floor tonight.”

“Okay sweetheart, night.”

“Night.”

Richie partially closes the door and slides in beside Eddie. The boy beside him stirs a little before sitting up slightly. “Thanks for tonight, Rich,” Eddie slurs out.

“You’re welcome Eds. Do you want me to grab you something a little more comfy?”

“Yeah.”

Richie makes his way over to his dresser to get an old shirt, that he didn’t want to take but left in case he didn’t have clothes; and a pair of old sweatpants that had dozens of holes in them and hands them to Eddie. Eddie’s quick to kick off his jeans and rip off his T-Shirt and quickly slides on the items of clothing that Richie has just handed him.

“Checking me out Tozier?” Eddie chuckles.

“You know it Kaspbrak,” Richie replies and starts tickling Eddie’s sides.

“Oh my gosh, you’re so annoying.” Eddie groans out, hitting Richie’s hands away. “Just go to sleep asshole.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Richie cuddles into Eddie and listens to the sound of Eddie’s slow and steady breath and the sound of his heart beating, before finally allowing himself to drift to sleep.

#Reddie #eddie x richie #richie x eddie #edward kaspbrak #eddie kaspbrak #richard tozier #richie tozier #it chapter 1 #it chapter 2

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whydoyouwantmyname · 5 years

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Imagine a Djinn capturing Dean again....

He slowly woke up to the smell of pie, and sunshine peeking through the curtains of the large bay window. The sight around him was foreign, the walls of the living room painted a pastel blue, all the furniture was a dark brown color, a large television mounted on the wall, bad tv reruns playing on the screen as a familiar voice filled his ears, “Hey babe, are you awake yet?”

He felt the leather of the armchair, and slowly stretched out, a low groan filling the room, as he took notice of the gold band on his left hand. Confusion filling his head as he heard a soft potter patter of felt behind him, “Hey, you awake?”

“[Y/N]?” He quickly whipped around as fast as he could, his feet hitting the floor as he turned to look at you, dressed out of the ordinary. He was used to you wearing flannel, and ripped jeans, combat boots guarding your feet as your hair was up. The version of you standing before him though was dressed in cotton, black dress, overlapped by a denim jacket, your feet bare, makeup lightly applied, hair down. Your eyes shining as you looked at him, purse thrown over your shoulder as you smiled at him, arms outstretched as you smiled in reply, “In the flesh.”

He took note of your own left hand, which bore a thin golden band, and a dinosaur ring above it, a smile gracing his lips as he rushed forward to engulf you, his nostrils taking in the scent of your Peppermint shampoo and vanilla body wash as your hair tickled his nose. A slight giggle leaked out of you as you hugged him back, “I wish I got this response every time I walked in a room.”

He pulled back slightly, hands holding your waist tight as he looked into your eyes, “Is that pie I smell?”

“Pecan, figured since whenever we go to the diner or the store they never have any, it would be a nice treat for you. Besides we needed a dessert for tonight.” Your arms looked around his neck as you spoke.

“Tonight?” He questioned as you looked at him funny, “Yeah, your mom and brother are coming over for dinner before we go see Rikki’s play. Don’t you remember?”

“Mom’s coming to dinner?” He whispered, trying to hid the shock in his voice when you mentioned Mary.

“Yeah, Mary should be here in about two hours, and Sam and Jess are coming as soon as they land. Now I have to go into town, should only be gone an hour, but do you think you can fire up the grill.”

“Sure honey, hamburgers and hot dogs?” He replied, still trying to wrap his head around it all.

“Yeah babe, just don’t forget to do your brother’s vegetables, that why I don’t have to listen to his bitching like we did last time.”

“Course.” He smiled, as you leaned forward, your lips meeting his as your hand snakes into his jean pocket, pulling out the impala key.

“Seeing how my mechanic husband is taking a century to fix my car, I gotta take the beauty, not a scratch, I promise?”

“She better not.” He joked back, kissing you again before you slipped on your shoes and left him alone to explore the house you both owned apparently.

The walls were decorated with photos, several had old family photos of Dean’s family, and your family. There were some photos of you and Dean, some from your wedding, some with all your family. A large majority however were of two children, one photo on the dining room shelf captured his attention. You and Dean were seated on a grassy hill, sun shining as you both smiled wide, you were dressed in a blue sundress, Dean in a zeppelin shirt and jeans. On your lap sat a little boy dressed in plaid, jeans and converse, a stuffed TRex in his hands as he smiled wide on your lap, his eyes identical to yours, but he had Dean’s hair. On Dean’s lap there was another little boy, who looked like he could be the mini twin to Dean, he wore a black tee shirt with his unbuttoned plaid, jeans and converse matched his brother. However instead of sitting he was trying to run away, Dean leaning over in hopes of grabbing the little boy as he smiled, everyone’s eyes on the little boy running away as the photographer took the shot. Dean smiled at the photo, running his hand over your face behind the glass as he moved to the kitchen, where he was met with a fridge of crayon drawings, and a few more pictures. Two of which looked to be school portraits, each had your handwriting scribbled on the back. The little boy who was sitting on your lap was Richard, who he could only assume was Rikki, while the one who was Dean’s twin was named Bon. You had written the grades they were in as well, Rikki was in kindergarten while Bon was in head start . He opened the fridge to see it stocked with beer, and the grilling stuff, and with a smile he took them all out to the back porch.

Once he was done with the food he turned the grill off, closing the lid to keep it all warm. Once it was shut, he turned to overlook the play set in the yard, next to the pool, his smile growing as he realized you both got a life better then what you had.

“Shhhh.” He heard you whisper as the door slowly opened, he heard the small giggles as he pretended to be oblivious. Within seconds he felt two sets of hands tap him, and two little voices scream Boo. Dean faked a jump, and turned to look down at the two little boys, who were laughing at the fact that they had scared their daddy

“Mommy, we scared him!” Bon giggled as he looked to you, your smile growing as you praised him, Rikki looking at Dean as he replied, “Daddy, do you think I can help you grill?”

“I already finished buddy, but do you need help practicing for the play tonight?”

Before he could answer though, he heard Bon yell, “MEME!”

Both boys leaving the porch as they raced into the lawn, where Mary had let herself in, Dean’s breath hitching as he took in the sight of Mary scooping up Bon, as Rikki clung to her leg. Her blonde waves hung down, she wore a loose, coral tank top, and light wash jeans, a pair of coral flip flops on her feet. To most she would look like a normal grandmother, but to Dean... she looked like a angel.

“Baby, you look like you seen a ghost.” You slowly linked arms with Dean as you rested your chin against his arms, looking up at him while he looked down at you, admiring the way your face shone in the sunlight. He then looked again to his boys, and was thankful for his wish.

Later that night you all sat in your living room, you sat upon Dean’s lap, Dean’s arms wrapped around your waist as fingers ran through a sleeping Bon’s hair. Rikki was sitting on Sam’s lap, Jessica leaning her head on Sam as Rikki struggled to keep his eyes open. Mary was on the couch, plate of pie in hand as Dean took in everything he had in this life, and one by one each member of his family left, Sam and Jessica offering to take the boys to bed as they retired to the guest room. Mary kissed everyone goodnight as she left, and once they were all gone, it was just you and Dean.

Your head rested on his shoulder as you softly whispered, “ we should have another one.”

“What are you talking about?” His voice was a whisper as you repeated the statement, his grip tighting around you as he replied, “I mean I always wanted a little girl, but what do we do with another boy?”

“ Well, we pray that we have a girl then, and that if we have another boy, he has Rikki’s personality, instead of Bon’s.”

“Oh why, the little hell raiser is pretty cute.” Dean whispered as you leaned your head up and kissed his jawline, “Besides I think a boy wouldn’t be so bad.”

“So should we start trying tonight, or...” you questioned before Dean cut you off, “No, tonight I would rather spend just like this.”

“Sure baby, whatever you want.” You replied, before settling into him, and closing her eyes. Dean quickly following suit.

The next morning Dean and you woke up in the armchair the next morning, Rikki and Bon smiling at you as they climbed on top of you. Sam and Jessica offered to take the duo to school, as you made Dean a cup of coffee, Dean gratful for it as he walked up behind you, his arms snaking around you as you started the day. Within the hour you were dressed in a pencil skirt and a button down blouse, your hands holding the impala keys as you looked to Dean, “Mary is going to pick up the boys, they wanted to have a sleep over, Sam and Jessica are leaving town after they drop off the boys, I’ll be back later tonight, and then we can just watch some Bond movies, and eat greasy burgers, and cheese fries from some takeout place. Deal?”

“Yeah. Listen before you go....” he reached out to you, grabbing your arm as you went to leave, your lips parting slightly as he looked at you, remember every little detail of your face, “I love you, I always will.”

“I love you too.” You replied with a smile, leaning towards him to kiss him slowly, Dean deepening the kiss as he held you tight. Once you were done, he pulled you into a tight hug, holding you like it was the last time.

“Baby, I gotta go, Jefferson will have a cow if I am late.” You whispered as he pulled back, tears falling from his eyes as you quickly wiped them away, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Nothing, I am just really glad you choose me.” He whispered before you kissed him again, “Me too.”

As you started to leave you turned back around one more time, “Oh Dean, one more thing.” His head leaning around the corner as he smiled, you rebuttaled quickly, “Fix my damn car.”

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“DEAN!” Sam yelled as Dean came to, tears running down his face as he registered the dark warehouse, and a dead djinn, Sam’s face in front of him as he shook Dean.

“Man I gotta stop go after these fucking things.” He snapped as Sam cut him loose, allowing him to wipe the tears from his eyes.

Once they were safely outside and in the car Sam asked, “What did you see this time man? I mean you weren’t even this broken up when you saw...”

“I saw [Y/N].” Dean whispered

“But She has been dead...”

“2 years, I know. She was my wish I guess, I mean I knew what I had to do, but I always wished for one more night with her. I wanted to see her again, since I wasn’t there when she....” he inhaled again before continuing, “We had a life, a house, Mom was there, you and Jess were there... our kids were there. She had the dinosaur ring, the whole nine yards..”

“The dinosaur ring?” Sam asked, “you mean...”

“Yeah, the one I was going to propose with, the one I put on her finger when we had her hunter’s funerals. It was like she was really there, and not....” tears running down her face again as he wiped them away quickly, “I don’t wanna talk about it Sammy.”

And that was were they left the conversation, and Sam never dared bring you up again

#supernatural imagine #supernatural imagines #spn imagine #spn imagines #spn fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #spn one shot #supernatural one shot #supernatural fanfic #supernatural one shots #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester imagines #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester one shots #dean winchester one shot #dean winchester oneshot #dean winchester onesots

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gamergate-news · 6 years

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And here we go again with this shit.

Spider-Man has taken on his share of street thugs and supervillains, sometimes teaming up with the police to face down foes and rescue the people of New York. While Spider-Man on PS4 undoubtedly shows Spidey’s allegiance to his community, it also casts him as a big fan of police and their tactics that sometimes conflict with that civic mindset. From cheesy detective impressions to Rikers prisoner beatdowns, Spider-Man’s uncomplicated approach to crime clashes with the reality of day to day life.

One of the earliest things you do in Spider-Man is go around activating security towers, made by Oscorp but used by the NYPD, that make it easier for Spider-Man to track crimes as they happen. Narratively, these towers allow the police to better surveil citizens; they also give Spider-Man access to police frequencies. They’re always listening, giving out calls to car chases and telling the player about break-in attempts that Spider-Man can thwart before the crime occurs. The uncritical use of these towers struck some players, especially those who live in New York, as odd. An NYU Game Center scholar took to Twitter to note similarities between these towers and the real world real NYC security cameras that IBM recently used to make skin-color profiling technology. Meanwhile, Spider-Man’s enthusiasm for the police—from his stated love of busting drug deals to his cheesy “Spider-Cop” impersonation—had my coworker Tim Rogers calling Spidey a “narc.” While I found Spider-Man as good-hearted and heroic as ever, he was also way more accepting of state power than I expected from a hero with a history of being wrongly maligned by the press and police.

Modern superhero games have trended further and further towards authoritarian extremes. Injustice 2’s core conceit hinges upon the audience believing that Superman, that all-American Kansas boy, could conceivably rise to lead a strict and heartless regime following the Joker orchestrating Lois Lane’s death. That incident, and its extremes, call to mind the reactionary shift in American politics since September 11th, 2001. We can believe in Superman’s militarism because it reflects a 21st century historical reality. Despite Superman’s role as antagonist, the heroes facing off against him—and begrudgingly allying with him once Brainiac enters the story—share a similar authoritarian streak. This is best expressed in Batman’s disturbing “Brother Eye” surveillance system, which can spy on anyone in the world. And while Spider-Man’s Oscorp-made, police-operated surveillance towers aren’t as extreme as Brother Eye, they are features of a similar predictive, Watchdog-esque surveillance state.

Spider-Man have never quite shared Bruce Wayne or Superman’s drive for power or control. He’s the the boy from Queens who rose to the challenge. New York based superheroes have always had a much more intimate feel than other characters. Luke Cage isn’t just a super strong hero; he’s Harlem’s hero. Daredevil is the protector of Hell’s Kitchen. And while Spider-Man often swings around Manhattan, he still can drop in at a bodega for a sandwich in Flushing or Astoria. That street-level, community minded nature clashes with the high-tech surveillance of the game’s towers and the game’s outlook on police.

Police are an unimpeachable group in Spider-Man. They show no real flaws and make no mistakes. They don’t feel like an integrated part of the the community; they pepper cutscenes and sometimes walk the streets but mostly show up as an allied faction in procedurally generated crime events. Even if Spider-Man’s New York is largely a fiction, it points towards a real place. New York is many things, but it is also the city of Eric Garner, stop-and-frisk, and Palantir. Rikers isn’t some fake pastiche location like Arkham Asylum. Real life police are a complicated presence in New York, but in Spider-Man they’re part of Spider-Man’s vigilante quest for justice, rather than members of the communities they’re supposed to protect. This simplification extends to the game’s portrayal of the criminal justice system as well. About half way through the story, villains orchestrate a massive breakout at Rikers Island. It’s treated as a crisis so dire that Spider-Man temporarily abandons his search for a potentially pandemic-causing biological weapon to help the NYPD bust skulls and put down prisoner riots. Without fail, every convict is violent and aggressive.

In reality, New York is moving to close Rikers on a ten-year timeline on the recommendation of organizations like the Independent Commission on New York City Criminal Justice and Incarceration Reform. The majority of people incarcerated in Rikers’ are people of color, and many are citizens waiting for their trials in a backlogged court system, often for misdemeanors and unable to pay expensive bail. In one of the most most prominent cases, 16-year-old Kalief Browder spent three years in Rikers—a majority in solitary confinement—awaiting trial for the theft of a backpack. He committed suicide two years after his release from prison.

In real life, the conditions at Rikers Island and the systems surrounding it are complex, but games like The Division and Spider-Man flatten that complexity in favor of giving you criminal enemies to overcome. The Division features “the Rykers” as an opposing force for much of the mid-game, and while its radio makes mention of how many prisoners are in jail for minor crimes like drug possession, your primary interaction is to shoot everyone.In Spider-Man, these prisoners function as generic thugs to fight in waves. Despite being a superhero who is on the side of the people, when faced with this element of his city, Spider-Man forgets his allegiances and just enjoys beating the shit out of them.

While Spider-Man’s criminals are one-note, the game features a diverse and, I’ll admit, likable cast of supporting police officers. Spider-Man’s radio contact Yuri Watanabe is beleaguered but reliable, working with Spidey to protect as many people as possible. Miles Morales’ story hinges on the integrity and heroism of his police officer father Jefferson Davis. Watanabe and especially Davis are fun characters who I like spending time with. Their idealism provides a powerful contrast to the cruel, destructive forces of Silver Sable and her mercenary corp, who care little for collateral damage. As they crack down, side quests open up where Spider-Man needs to rescue protestors imprisoned by Sable. In these moments, Spider-Man seems to suggest that if policing is necessary, it must be something more communal, and these standout police characters suggest such a thing might be possible. But this can’t quite overcome the game’s tendency to paint simplistic portrayals of police as good and criminals as evil.

Spider-Man’s simple presentation of crime and policing feels tone-deaf in the modern age, when more and more people are growing aware of the class and race dynamics of policing. This isn’t to suggest that the game needs to take a break every ten minutes to infodump real world statistics, but games are released in the context of their time. We’re post Edward Snowden, living in the age Black Lives Matter. Last week, Dallas police officer Amber Guyger shot and killed 26-year-old Botham Shem Jean in his own apartment. This is the world we live in and the world Spider-Man was released into. While it might be nice to escape into a world where these problems don’t exist, that is a luxury that countless people cannot afford.

Spider-Man’s portrayal of policing feels divorced from reality, to the point that it feels out of line with Spidey’s comic book heritage. Comics often speak to what’s happening in the real world. Captain America assumed the role of Nomad in 1974, the same year that Richard Nixon resigned from office in the wake of the Watergate Scandal. The X-Men have a history of allegorical representation of minoritized and persecuted groups. Spider-Man doesn’t seem interested in reacting to the real world. My colleague Tom Ley wrote about this at Deadspin, noting that nearly every side activity involved aiding the police. This stands in contrast to games like Spider-Man 2, where Spider-Man returned as many lost balloons as he webbed up muggers. Instead of being part of the complex life of the city, this latest Spider-Man sees a black-and-white world of cops and robbers. He aids in state surveillance, standing unquestioningly alongside an overly idealized caricature of the police. He’s still friendly, but I don’t know if he’s part of the neighborhood now.

I bet this she thinks she woke and doing all those black folk favor.

Because police brutality is exactly what I want in my escapists fantasy video game.

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the-witch-of-roses · 6 years

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His Beautiful Soul

Prompt- Can do you do a Nightwing/Dick X Kid Flash/Wally ship to the song Beautiful Soul by Jesse McCartney? And have it be about Nightwing’s singing as well? - @nyntendoh44

Notes- So this has been sitting in my inbox for months and not only am I sorry about that but also I went more than a little off track with this. Does this fit in the Young Justice universe? Who knows. Also, my reasoning for making the opening scene 4am is that its 4am for me and I haven't slept so sorry for this mess.

“I don't want another pretty face, I don't want just anyone to hold, I don't want my love to go to waste, I want you and your beautiful soul”

A loud groan made its way out of Wally’s mouth as he rolled over and covered his ears. What neighbor was blasting music?

He rolled over again as the volume seemed to increase and after squeezing his eyes shut failed to help him hold onto sleep he looked up and squinted at the red writing on his alarm clock.

4 am…?

“I know that you are something special, To you Id always be faithful, I want to be what you always needed, Then I hope you’ll see the heart in me”

He groaned again but finally sat up and looked around. Sure enough his room and outside was still dark. He pulled himself up and quickly pulled on a t-shirt and jeans before finally waking up enough to realize that not only was their singing accompanying the music but it was right outside his window. Running his hands through his hair he opened the window that to squint from two stories up to see a shadowy figure holding something in the air that seemed to be blaring Jesse goddamn McCartney as well as the figure singing along loudly.

“I don't want another pretty face, I don't want just anyone to hold, I don't want my love to go to waste, I want you and your beautiful soul”

From the voice and huge smirk on his face suddenly Wally realized that the figure was his boyfriend holding a speaker bigger than his head which was playing Jesse McCartney while he sang along at four in the morning.

Wally only ducked down long enough to grab his old high school textbooks before hurling them at Dick who began to laugh while still singing along loudly to the song. The speaker was hit out of his hands but the idiot still kept singing.

“You're the one I want to chase, You're the one I want to hold, I won't let another minute go to waste, I want you and your beautiful-”

Dick never finished as suddenly Wally fell out hid damn window after leaning out so far he lost his balance. Dick rushed forward and managed to catch him but almost immediate Wally began swatting at him.

“I came back here to have a nice night with my parents and the second I'm in my old room, what do you do? What do you fucking do Dick? The second I'm in my room, that isn't even my room anymore, you act like your teenagers again! You couldn't do this while we were at home? You just had to wait until it risked waking my parents?”

Dick was laughing so hard that he was wheezing as he struggled to hold Wally. Finally letting the redhead down he picked up the speaker and smiled.

“I have a surprise.”

The reason Dick would keep doing dumb things like waking Wally up with love songs and taking him on mystery bike rides was that Wally let him. When they were kids it made each day exciting and everything new. Now it was a reminder that to Dick, Wally was special. Wally was someone that Dick would stand outside and play a crappy love song for. Wally was someone that Dick would take with him on a mystery bike ride. For two people that had the dear of dying young looming over them, these moments seemed eternal in more ways than one.

That was how Wally ended up on the back of Dick’s motorcycle holding onto him as Dick drove through the crisp morning air. As much as Wally was still steaming he had to admit that he missed Dick. He especially had to admit it as he buried his face between his shoulder blades as much as his helmet would allow. Wally had wanted to visit his parents so he had come to stay in his old room for a week while visited relatives. Because of their hectic schedules for the whole week they had only been able to talk on the phone once but still, Wally didn't think that Dick thought that meant he should drive down and steal his boyfriend back.

Wally was so caught in his thoughts the engine going quiet was what alerted him that the two had arrived. The town they were in looked quiet with the buildings far apart. They place they were in front of was small and painted red like a barn.

Getting off first Dick offered his hand to help Wally off and even though Wally didn't need it he still took the hand which only made Dick smile wider. Both took off their helmets and jackets bringing them inside what looked almost like a family home. Everything was cozy with wood furniture and a sleepy feeling for everything. Dick led him to sit at one of the tables and before Wally could even pick up a menu Dick picked up both and held them up. Instantly a young waitress picked them up.

“Your usual Grayson?”

“Yes please and two coffees as well.”

Wally frowned as Dick looked at him with a brighter than ever smile.

“You had this planned.”

“Maybe. Or maybe I saw a speaker in a thrift store and got an idea and now I'm hungry.”

Dick and Wally talked quietly, only stopping to sip at warm coffee. The whole time they held hands across the table, Dick gently rubbing Wally’s knuckles to keep him awake.

It seemed like such a long yet such a short amount of time before the waitress came back with two takeout containers in a plastic bag. Wally raised a brow but Dick simply thanked the waitress who was apparently named “Martha” and left a tip before leading Wally out.

“You gonna explain?”

“Nope.”

Dick seemed to take great pleasure in Wally’s pout as he packed the food into his saddlebags and tossed Wally a helmet and jacket. Wally assumed they would not be turning back home but instead, they were going in the opposite direction. This time Wally stayed away as the quiet town disappeared and just as it was getting lost in the distance Dick veered off the road and into the field now on either side. Wally grabbed onto him so tight he immediately let go in fear of hurting him only to see Dick smirking as they were suddenly now on a dirt path. As the field turned into flowers Dick began singing.

“You might need time to think it over, But I'm just fine moving forward, I'll ease your mind, If you give me the chance, I will never make you cry c’mon let’s try”

Wally rolled his eyes but the song had him relaxed with his head resting on Dick’s back. He almost wished he had a cute couple story on how that became their song. Some stupid memory about their first dance or first kiss. Instead, the two had just finished fighting what looked to be thieves robbing a mall but turned out to be anything but. They hit Wally with some sort of beam and suddenly his super speed was gone. That was the least of his worries when a second later one of them dragged their knife through his stomach and without super healing he was left laying on the ground. Dick had run over and used his yellow cape to slow the bleeding as suddenly the mall opened for business on a timer. Beautiful Soul by Jesse McCartney came on as Dick though his crush was dying. So yes the two had a song and while Wally regained his powers shortly afterward the memory was still bittersweet.

“Am I crazy for wanting you? Maybe do you think you could want me too? I don't want to waste your time, Do you see things the way I do? I just wanna know that you feel it too, There is nothing left to hide”

Dick did the same routine of taking off his helmet and jacket and then helping Wally off. Only this time as he offered his hand he leaned forward and gently kissed him.

Wally smiled gently as he looked around to see where they were. Flowers surrounded them and as he looked from where they came he could see a mountain in the distance. In front of them were trees that provided the perfect amount of shade as Dick set out a blanket and took out the food, patting the spot next to him and as wally walked over he kept singing.

“You're the one I want to chase, You're the one I want to hold, I won't let another minute go to waste, I want you and your soul.”

Wally took one of the foam containers and a fork as snuggled up to Dick and rested his head on the other man's shoulder. He had gone to visit because life had been hectic only to find life was his family was the same if not worse. But with Dick in a field full of flowers it was calm and quiet.

“I don't want another pretty face, I don't want just anyone to hold, I don't want my love to go to waste, I want you and your beautiful soul”

Wally rolled his eyes but now he was smiling just as wide as Dick.

“Oh, Beautiful soul, Oh, Your beautiful soul”

All at once his heart stopped beating and he stopped breathing. The gentle breeze stopped, the flowers stopped blooming and the world itself stopped turning.

Wally had opened the contain and was about to eat the chocolate chip waffles inside when he saw the lid of the box.

There was a ring taped to the top and in messy cursive that could only be Richard John Grayson’s were four words.

Will you marry me?

He was so focused on the ring he didn't know that Dick had moved away and in front of him, now on one knee.

“Wallace Rudolph West, will your beautiful soul do me the honor of becoming my husband?”

In the distance, the sunrise began to peak over the mountains. The dawn of a new day.

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100 followers fic For: @bishophazel for the prompt “Richard and Flake trade bodies” Read here or at AO3 Title: Switch and Swap Fandom: Rammstein Rating: Mature Category: M/M Relationship: Flake/Richard Kruspe Characters: the whole gang Additional tags: bodyswap, sex, masturbation, crack, bickering

Summary: Richard and Flake switch bodies due to a possibly magical mishap.

A/N: I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Also this got a bit out of hand. Shh, it’s a drabble! 4,500 words of it!

Switch and Swap

Flake crossed his arms over his muscular chest. “This is all your fault!”

Richard blinked at him owlishly and groped for the glasses Flake had slammed on the table.

“How is this my fault?” he snapped. “I have no idea how this… this happened!” Richard gestured down at the bony, lanky body he was currently occupying. Annoyance turned to horror as he put the glasses on and saw his own body staring daggers at him in a very Flake-like expression of disapproval.

“I don’t know yet, but it must have been something you did. I have been reading quietly in my room all night. Managed to piss off some groupie who happened to be a witch?”

“What? No! I mean, there might have been some girls who claimed to be wiccans, but they were too young by about twenty years. Wiccans, not witches. Besides, that’s all bullshit!” Richard cringed at his accent, every word coming out of his mouth leaping in strange directions.

“Well, some bullshit has got us mixed up in wrong bodies! Seems like a curse to me.”

“A curse? Thanks a lot, that’s really appreciative of you! There’s got to be a reason though, things like this don’t just happen… right?”

Flake sighed and rubbed at the bridge of his nose where glasses would normally have pressed down. It was downright uncanny for Richard to see Flake’s expressions flitting over his own face. Otherwise, he didn’t feel particularly cursed. His clothes hung on him in very unflattering ways, and he kept bumping into things because suddenly distances and dimensions had changed, but it didn’t feel like he was inside a wrong body. As long as he didn’t look in a mirror, that was.

“All right,” Flake said. “What are the last things we remember before this hit us? I was reading, and all of a sudden the text became blurry and my clothes were several sizes too small. Thanks for the ripped seams, by the way.”

Richard didn’t have a death wish, really, but everything about this was too absurd not to be hilarious. “You’re saying I’m ripped? I rarely hear compliments from you.”

“Richard Zven Kruspe, if you don’t get serious this fucking second, I’m going to take this body and do some really unpleasant things to it. Think of haircuts, ugly-ass tattoos, shaving off your bloody eyebrows.”

Richard stared at him. “That’s low, Flake. I didn’t think you’d resort to holding my body hostage.”

“I will, if you won’t start cooperating with me right now!”

“All right, all right. I think I was here in the common room, yeah, bored like hell because there was nothing to do and I was too tired to go out. There were some gifts sent by the fans on the table, and I was tinkering with them. There was this odd-shaped bottle with some clear yellow drink inside...”

Flake glared at him. Richard hadn’t known he could look that frightening. But maybe it was just Flake.

“Don’t tell me you drank it.”

“I’m not an idiot. I just opened it to take a sniff, to figure out what it was. Something sweet and citrusy. I thought it was lemonade.”

“And?”

“That was it. I closed the bottle, started on a movie, fell asleep on the couch. And woke up like this.”

Flake stomped over to the table and went through the haphazard pile of items. He pulled out a round glass bottle with a tiny label filled with spidery writing.

“Is this it?”

“Yeah. See, I didn’t drink any of it!”

“I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.” Flake squinted his eyes at the label. “I can’t make out the rest, but it’s signed warlock something or other. With lots of love. Ugh. This didn’t stop you?”

“Well, I didn’t read it...”

“Great. Lovely. Apparently the fumes were enough for the curse to take effect.”

“How come you were affected, too?”

“I passed through the room when I came back from a walk. I remember seeing you out cold on the couch.”

“Oh.”

“Yes. Oh. How are you going to fix this?”

Richard spread his newly spindly arms. “How should I know? And how do you know it’s a curse? It doesn’t say that in the instructions, does it?”

“I can’t read the instructions. The ink’s been smudged. I think this person has a very odd idea of love.”

“I suppose we’ll just have to wait it out, then.”

Flake pointed a finger at him. “I am not the one who’s going to explain this to the guys.”

The others. The upcoming concert. Shit.

“Do you think we must explain it?” Richard asked hesitantly. “It could always wear off in time.”

“It better, or otherwise I’ll have to learn to play the guitar very quickly. Good luck with the keys. I’m going to bed.”

Flake slammed the door shut behind him with perhaps more force than he’d intended. Richard was left sitting on the couch, deep in thought.

The night had brought no solutions, magical or otherwise. The only improvement was that Richard had grown more comfortable with this set of limbs.

“Flake.”

“Huh?” Richard remembered to glance up from his magazine.

“You’re wearing nail polish.” Olli looked a bit concerned.

“Yes?” Painting his nails had made Richard feel more at home in his new body. So had chain-smoking.

“It’s purple.”

“So what?” Richard huffed. “It’s a free country, isn’t it?”

Till entered the room, took off his sunglasses and looked Richard up and down in a way he’d never really been subjected to.

“Nice,” Till commented. “Though you know you didn’t need to go to all that effort,” he added in a low voice as he ruffled Richard’s hair in passing. Richard was left staring after him. That was… interesting.

Richard was jolted out of his thoughts as his voice – Flake’s voice – cut the air like ice.

“Rich… Flake. I need a word with you. Right now.”

Richard looked up like a deer in the headlights. Did he really look that imposing when he was mad? Because Flake most certainly was, and the effect wasn’t diminished at all by the fact that he was wearing Richard’s oldest hoodie and his hair was sticking out in all directions.

Richard got up from the couch like a marionette pulled by strings.

“Okay. I’ll be right back with you guys.”

“Flake, are you sure you’re all right? You sound odd,” Till said, way too perceptive.

Richard was practically beginning to sweat. He let out a nervous laugh.

“Yes, just give us a moment.”

He escaped to the corridor where Flake promptly slammed him against the wall.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, glowering at Richard.

“What do you mean?” Richard tried to move, but he couldn’t budge. Flake had quite a bit of mass on him now. “Keep your voice down!”

“What the hell is all that?”

Flake let go of Richard to gesture wildly at his… everything, really. Richard smoothed his clothes and glared back at Flake.

“Is this the thanks I get? After I was nice enough to take your body shopping and all!”

“I… You… That is not me!”

“I totally agree. This is me. Right now I’m stuck in this body, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to wear something that suits me.”

“Black and white stripes,” Flake moaned. “Eyeliner. Goddamn skinny-fit jeans.”

“Always wanted to try them. You’ve got the legs for it, I gotta say.” Richard smiled happily.

“How did you even find my contacts? And what have you done with my hair?”

“It’s a wonder what proper hair products can do. You should let your hair down more often. I won’t comment on what you have done with mine, since apparently it’s fuck all.”

For a moment Flake seemed to be lost for words. His face changed colors. “You are not supposed to have fun!”

“Why the hell not?”

“It’s – disrespectful! That’s my body you’re wearing!”

“Along with some very nice, fitting clothes, yes. What’s the fuss? I fully expect you to take advantage of this situation, you know.”

“I – you – what?”

“Come on, don’t you feel at least a little bit curious?”

“No. We are not going down this road. And you’re not taking my body down there, either!”

“Right. No. Absolutely not.”

Flake narrowed his eyes at Richard.

“I don’t want to know what you have been up to. But if I find out about it, I’ll kill you. And no smoking!” he added as Richard reached for a pack of smokes in the infinitesimal pocket of the tight, not at all good-looking jeans. “I don’t want your cancer.”

Richard let out a forlorn sigh.

“Fine. But you can’t expect me to stay cooped up here. Otherwise the guys will figure me out, Till and Olli are already suspecting something. I’m going for a walk.”

“Okay. I suppose that is like me. Go on, remove your presence before you ruin everything.”

Flake watched his body leave, donned in combat boots and a leather jacket. It should have looked wrong – it did – but something in the way Richard moved, like he expected everyone to be impressed, created some sort of an optical illusion. He must have practiced it in front of a mirror. God knew what else he had practiced. Suddenly Flake had the sinking feeling that he shouldn’t have let Richard out of his sight for a minute.

Too late now. Flake retreated to his room, not really willing to play Richard for a perceptive audience.

He was feeling too jittery to concentrate on anything. He’d traded rooms with Richard for the sake of appearances, and there just happened to be a huge, gaudy mirror in this one. Every glance in the mirror told Flake how badly this body fit him. He didn’t usually think about his appearance too much. It didn’t really matter to him. But now he felt acutely like a skinny, weird dude in glasses trapped inside a well-cared for suit of muscle and meticulously plucked eyebrows.

Ah, what the hell. Richard was out there doing who knew what with his body, and Flake wasn’t immune to curiosity. He shrugged out of the hoodie and stepped closer to the mirror to inspect his new body. It wasn’t really news to him that Richard shaved his armpits and chest, only he’d never paid much attention to it. Now he looked, and looked some more, and then took off his undershirt.

He hadn’t ever felt particularly attracted to Richard – a frustrating personality came as a part of the package deal – but looking at it all from the inside was… different. He run his hands over the muscled arms, felt at the absurd chest muscles and the toned stomach. Little hairs raised up in his arms. At least Richard didn’t shave those. He craned his head and poked at his chin. There was very little flab anywhere. Richard seemed to take good care of himself.

Inevitably his hands strayed to the waistband of his pants. He hesitated. It wasn’t like it was something he hadn’t seen before. But he had to admit that seeing and feeling everything from this angle was rather different. He told himself that Richard had very likely already done this to his body, what with his talk of taking advantage and all. Yes, Flake was sure of it. He pushed his hand down the front of his pants and let out a huff of air at the feel of the strange-familiar touch. The sensation was weird, but kind of amazing at the same time. Any qualms forgotten, he shucked the pants and looked at his new body in all of its naked glory.

Richard stared back at him from the mirror, a bit more hunched and awkward than usual, but still. Flake bit his lip at seeing his hand on his – Richard’s – cock. Just a bit of exploration, he told himself. You got to try everything once, right? And this wasn’t going to get a repeat performance, not if he had anything to say about it. He’d stop any minute now. He’d let go of the nice, hardening cock in his grasp and go wash his hands and probably his brain of all the richardness of it. Yes, any time now. His other hand slid down the muscular thighs, his eyes glued to the mirror. Was this what Richard looked like when he was jerking off, or was it more Flake? He didn’t know, he wouldn’t have done it in front of a mirror. But he bet Richard would.

Flake flinched as come spattered on the mirror and he came back to his senses. He was panting hard, his forehead pressed against the cool surface. He looked down at his hands with dawning horror. What had he just done? Pleasure buzzed in his mind – this body felt really nice after an orgasm, all mellow and – no, he wasn’t thinking about that!

A shower. That was what he needed, preferably a cold one. After Flake had done that, put on Richard’s most casual clothes again and taken care of the mirror – don’t think, don’t think – he felt almost normal. As normal as possible in these circumstances. His stomach rumbled, and he looked at the clock. It was late already. He should go and get something to eat while he could, but that meant possibly running into the others. Instead, he took out his laptop and started looking for quick guitar tutorials and cures for magical ailments.

There was a knock at his door. Flake hesitated for a moment, then put the laptop down. It’d be weirder if he didn’t answer.

“Come on, I know you’re in there!” Flake heard his own impatient voice through the door. Great. He wrenched the door open.

It was Richard, of course, balancing two pizza boxes and a pack of beer on top of them. He waltzed right in, grinning in a way that was really disconcerting, and set his haul on the table with a flourish.

“What are you doing?” Flake asked him rather coldly – mostly because he still felt vaguely guilty about the mirror episode. He felt his face flushing. He hadn’t known Richard blushed this easily.

“Bringing you food. I’m not letting you starve me.” Richard flopped down in the only armchair, a bit uncoordinated. “Umph. You really are a lightweight, you know.”

“Have you been drinking?” Flake glared at him. “You better hope we don’t switch back before you’ve dealt with the hangover!”

“It seemed like the only sensible thing to do.” Richard didn’t look the least bit remorseful. On the contrary, he seemed to be quite happy. “Also I had an awesome night, and I felt like I ought to thank you.”

“You – what? Richard, what did you do?”

“You always expect the worst of me,” Richard sighed morosely. “I hit the best gay bar in town, of course.”

“You did not.”

“Sure did. I never thought I’d get to experience one in such a twink body. I didn’t have to pay for a single drink!”

Flake stared at him, at the messed-up eyeliner and drink-blurry eyes, and at lips which were redder and more puffy than they ought to have been.

“How exactly did you pay, then?”

“Oh come on, I was just flirting around. Nothing serious. I wouldn’t do that to you, honest. But you were a hit, I’ll let you know.” Richard hiccuped. “Your pizza is getting cold. Flake, you look odd.”

Richard hadn’t… and he had… Flake gulped. He felt the blush returning and ran his hand through his hair, messing it up even worse. A beer sounded like a really good idea right now. His fingers fumbled on the packaging.

“Flake, is everything all right?”

“Fine. Better than fine. Which pizza is yours? Oh, there’s onion in this one, disgusting. It must be yours.” Flake downed half a beer in one go and started to cough.

“Something is going on.” Richard fixed surprisingly sharp eyes on him. “Don’t try to fool me. What happened?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I stayed in all night, so there is no way anything could have happened.” Shit, his mouth was running as fast as Richard’s in an interview. He sank down on the floor and tried to concentrate on eating. At least it would stop him from talking.

Flake saw a sly smile spread over his own features as the gears turned in Richard’s mind.

“In all night? Flake, what have you been up to? You know you can tell me anything.”

“I can’t. Because nothing happened. Now can you please shut up?”

“No, because you’re lying to me. I know what I look like when I’ve had sex, you know. And I’ve never seen you blush that much. Do I do that? I hope not.”

Flake groaned and buried his face in his hands.

“I’m sorry. I thought… I don’t know what I thought. Can we just forget about this?”

He flinched as he felt Richard’s hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, it’s not that serious. It’s not like I mind. Was it any good?”

“No. Yes. No. I want to get rid of this bloody curse as soon as possible! I want things to get back to normal.” Flake drank the rest of his beer and reached for another. “This is messing with my head. And turning me into an alcoholic.”

Richard bit at his lip, worrying it between his teeth.

“Why are you in such a hurry to get rid of my body? I mean, I don’t see there’s much wrong with it.”

“And are you saying you’re happy?” Flake snapped. He gestured down at himself. “Changing from this to… me? I would have thought you’d get rash just thinking about it. You didn’t even try to...”

“Jerk off? Have sex? Arrange an orgy of debauchery?”

“You’re such an idiot.”

“If it makes you feel better, I’d have done it if you hadn’t threatened to kill me.”

Flake looked up at him.

“You would?”

“It is making you feel better. Okay, how about this: I only came home this early because I couldn’t stop wondering what it’d be like to have sex with myself. In this body of yours, which you don’t appreciate half enough.”

Flake blinked. “That’s simultaneously the most self-absorbed and complimentary thing I’ve ever heard from you.”

“Well, what do you think?” Richard looked at him hopefully.

“Are you serious about this? And not just drunk?”

“I’m not that drunk,” Richard claimed. He did seem to have sobered up considerably when the possibility of sex seemed to be on the table. “And I’m always serious when it comes to sex.”

Flake sighed. “Did it ever occur to you that I might not want to have sex with my doppelgänger – who happens to be you?”

“You can think about it as masturbation, if that helps.”

Flake coughed. It did seem slightly unfair that Richard had been considerate, for once, while he had completely failed in that respect. The body he was wearing certainly didn’t seem to mind the idea.

“Fine,” he conceded. “This is madness anyway, why not take it to the next level?”

“Such enthusiasm,” Richard said, but he had already clambered out of the chair and was climbing into Flake’s lap. He stared at his own face closely. “Damn, this is strange.”

“You don’t say –” Flake’s words were swallowed as Richard pressed their mouths together. He didn’t know what to do with a lapful of a very enthusiastic Richard who was kissing him dirtily, straddling him with ease. His hands came to rest on Richard’s slim waist on top of the godawful shirt. It was the oddest thing, knowing exactly how your partner’s body worked, and likewise. It had been a while since he’d been kissed with such fervor. Trust Richard to have the hots for himself…

Flake shifted and realized how easy it was to maneuver Richard in this body. A hot rush ran through him at the thought. Flake run his large hands all over Richard’s waist and back, pulling the offending shirt off him. Richard made a complaining noise as the kiss was broken, but he was just as eager to get his clothes off.

“This is the best idea I’ve ever had,” he announced.

“This is the worst idea I’ve ever agreed to,” Flake countered, but it didn’t stop him from picking Richard up and carrying him towards the bed. Richard wrapped his long legs around Flake, beaming at him.

“Now you’re getting it,” he said, and laughed as he was dropped on the bed. “No one ever does that to me.”

Flake hadn’t really considered it. The thought that Richard might enjoy a joyride in his body had felt ridiculous. But there he was, sprawling on the bed and getting rid of his clothes with an enthusiasm which couldn’t really be faked. Well, if that was the case, Flake might as well do what he damn well pleased while in this body. And right now he felt like getting naked in bed with Richard, who was staring at him with open appreciation.

“Will you fuck me?” The words rushed out of Richard’s mouth. “Please say you want to.”

“I...” Flake was thrown off by the way his weight settled on top of Richard. He would have felt smothered like that, but Richard only opened his legs wider and tried to pull Flake closer, his fingers skirting down Flake’s arms. His cock certainly agreed to Richard’s request, pressing hard between their stomachs. “Yes.”

“Oh, thank fuck.”

“Do you – condoms and –”

“Yeah, yeah. Gimme my jeans.”

Flake picked them up from the floor and went through the pockets. He squinted at Richard suspiciously as he found what he was looking for.

“An innocent night out, was it?”

“A habit, that’s all. It never hurts to be prepared. Come on, I was saving myself for you!”

Flake shuddered. “I never want to hear those words out of your mouth again.”

“Well, technically it’s yours...”

A large hand covered Richard’s mouth, and he glowered up at Flake. A rather evil grin spread across Flake’s face. He caught Richard’s wrists and brought them over his head, holding them down one-handed.

“I’m starting to see a few advantages to this situation.”

And that was how Flake ended up fucking Richard into the mattress, wearing Richard’s body and watching his own face twisting in ecstasy, while Richard was squirming and moaning under him and staring at himself with lust-filled eyes. It was nothing like masturbation. It was so much more fucked up. It was so much better.

Flake felt lighter afterwards, and oddly like craving a cigarette. He glanced at Richard who lay beside him, panting and blissed-out. At least it seemed like Flake’s body had enjoyed the experience. Without even opening his eyes, Richard fumbled for his smokes. He seemed to have an uncanny ability for locating them – currently in the pocket of his jacket. Flake picked them out of his hand.

“Hey!” Richard protested, frowning at him. “Let me have my moment.”

“Not while in my body.” Flake lit a cigarette, because apparently Richard’s body agreed with his mind on post-coital smoking. It was also worth it to see the look on Richard’s face. Flake hoped he never wore that kicked-puppy look himself. He took a pull of the cigarette and turned to kiss Richard, deep and thorough. Richard let out a contented sigh and practically melted against him.

Out of the blue, Flake was taken over by an odd sensation. The world twisted, he saw faint golden-yellow sparks in his peripheral vision, and then it felt like he was lifted out of his body gently as a feather. His own body received him like a comfortable sweater. Flake blinked and saw Richard sitting up beside him, still holding onto his cigarette.

“What the actual fuck,” Richard said in his ordinary voice.

Enormous relief washed over Flake.

“The effect –” he refused to say magic – “seems to have worn off. I believe you don’t need to learn a new instrument after all.”

“Oh, because you’d totally rock the guitar? Please.”

Flake glared at him. “We don’t have to start bickering immediately just because we’re back in our own bodies. And for the record, you like your sex way too rough.”

“Well, excuse me, that was all your doing.”

Flake couldn’t think of a good retort to that. And he couldn’t deny that he was feeling good, not really up to untangling the mess of whose fault what was. Richard had wisely retreated a bit to give him space, but a small smile was still tugging at his mouth.

“I knew you had it in you, you know,” he said and ducked as Flake tried to swat at him.

“Shut up. I wonder why we changed back, though. Did it just wear off in time?” Flake mused, cringing at the mess they had made of the bed.

“Don’t you know how magic works? We fixed it all by having mind-blowing sex. Lots of love, didn’t it say so on the label?”

“Richard? Please shut up. I’m going to take a shower. Alone. And then go to sleep and forget any of this ever happened.”

“Yeah. Sure. Of course.”

Flake was uncomfortably certain he still felt Richard’s speculative eyes on him as he crossed the room.

“By the way, Flake? I think you should have a talk with Till. It’s about time, too.”

Flake paused by the bathroom door.

”Why?”

“Because he admired my jeans and told me you wouldn’t even need to go to any effort.”

Flake was not having this discussion with Richard of all people. After having had sex with him. In switched bodies. He escaped into the bathroom while his heart was busy doing somersaults. Damn Richard.

“You better be gone when I get out of here,” he shouted through the door.

“So cold,” he heard Richard answer, but then there was the rustle of clothing being collected. “And just so you know – I’d do that again, magic or no magic.”

Flake turned on the shower to drown him out.

In the morning, the whole gang met at breakfast. Flake had discovered a score of embarrassing hickeys and bite marks which he’d covered with a scarf to avoid annoying commentary. Richard was practically glowing, full of energy. But when it came to the others…

Flake stared at Paul who ducked down to avoid hitting his head on a lamp, and at Schneider who unfortunately did not. Till and Olli looked over the scene with mounting confusion. Flake, on the other hand, felt the urge to bang his head on the table.

“Richard?” he said slowly. “What happened to that bottle?”

“We left it at the… Oh.”

“No. This isn’t happening,” Flake groaned.

“Are you talking about the bottle of lemonade someone left in the common room?” Schneider asked, a strangely Paul-like expression of innocence on his face. “Because I drank it all. Sorry.”

Richard started to laugh. Both Paul and Schneider stared at him, while Flake kicked at his leg under the table, willing him to shut up. Richard was undeterred.

“You’re in luck, guys. I know how to fix this. With lots of love.”

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Pink Lemonade

Summary: Richie Tozier finds himself in a sticky situation and is forced to hide in a closet for safety. He wasn't expecting to find the space already occupied, and he defiantly wasn't expecting to enjoy the company so much.

A/N: *Warnings: Homophobic Comments, Sexual Situations/Themes.* The boys are in their senior year of high school, so 18+. I love Richie's mouth in this one, he is so sassy!! Might consider part two if people like it, if not no biggie.

Word Count: 2009

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Part: 1 (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9)

The boy’s loud, lustful moan echoed against the concrete walls. Richie felt his hair being pulled as his pace quickened, knowing his already busy mouth would soon be overwhelmed. He snuck a glance at his partner, his half lidded eyes casted upwards in complete bliss and it took everything in Richie’s power not to smirk or crack a joke. The climax came quickly, forcing a sour taste down the trashmouths throat. He cringed, pulling away.

“Fuck that was good.” The large football player moaned, doing up his jeans and pushing himself away from the bathroom wall.

Richie nodded, giving a thumbs up as he walked to the sink and spit. Running the water he washed out his mouth, feeling the salty flavor cling to the inside of his cheeks. “Glad I could be of service.” He muttered, smirking over to the bulky boy. “Next time we should switch.” He joked, chuckling to himself lightly, knowing that the likelihood of him getting off was just as about as good as this losers chances of an academic scholarship.

“I’m no faggot.” The football player hissed, glaring at the lanky boy before him.

Richie turned off the faucet, raising his eyebrow, “You kind of are, I mean I literally just got you off.”

“You sucked my dick, you’re the faggot not me.” He retorted harshly, his rationality adding up poorly.

“Hmm.” Richie looked over to the jock and smiled, amused by his homophobia despite what he had practically begged him to do yet again. “The way I see it,” He mused, confidence brimming in his eyes. “If you orgasm from the stimulation of another man then you my good sir, are gay.”

“You better watch what you say Tozier.”

The warning merely slipped right passed Richie as he continued, “I mean does your cheerleader girlfriend know what you’re doing afterschool in these here bathrooms?”

“You better shut the fuck up, or I’ll-“

“I’ll have to ask her if having your dicked sucked by another male makes you homosexual or not. I’m curious about her opinion on the subject.” Richie saw the jock move and instantly threw himself to the side, allowing the oversized senior to crash into the sink. The buffoon let out a loud protest before rebounding and bolting towards the other boy.

“I’m going to fucking kill you trashmouth.” The football player bellowed, following Richie as he bolted through the bathroom door and out into the hallway.

Their footsteps screeched against the tile floor, becoming the only sound in the empty school. Richie knew he was faster than the tank behind him, who had at least seventy pounds on his lanky ass, but he also know there weren’t too many places to run to in such a small high school which meant he needed to hide.

He cut down the hall leading into the lunchroom and heard the jocks steps fall behind. Taking the opportunity he rushed into the nearest janitor’s closet, closing the door behind him tightly. His heart ponded against his chest and he let out a slow, desperate sigh of relief.

“This room is taken.”

Richie nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of the small voice, he quickly turned around and met the chocolate eyes of a petite boy, his face swollen and bruised. The boy tried to continue but Richie quickly covered his mouth to silence him. Moving his finger to his lips he motioned for the kid to stay silent, the sound of the jocks footsteps becoming louder and louder.

There was a slew of curse words following the noise of the jocks heavy breathing. Richie smirked as he passed the closet, continuing down the hallway before turning the next corner. He chuckled lightly, feeling a weight lift itself off of his chest. “Damn, I thought he was going to kill me.” He muttered, still holding on to the small boy.

The other kid pulled his face away from Richie’s hand, narrowing his eyes at him. “Your hands smell disgusting.” He hissed, “Don’t you ever wash them?”

Richie turned to him then, taking him in fully. “Hey I know you.” He commented, smirking slightly at the memory. “You’re that neat freak who hangs with the bird boy and the stuttering kid.”

“I have a name.”

“Right, right.” The trashmouth mused, twirling his hands in the air, motioning for the name to come back. “Edmund or something.”

“Eddie.” He corrected, nearly growling in annoyance. “My name is Eddie Kaspbrak.”

“Yeah Eddie, that’s it.” The lanky boy smirked, snapping his fingers. “Hey, it’s nice to meet you Eds my dear. Names Richard Tozier, but my friends call me Richie.”

“I know who you are.” Eddie replied harshly, causing Richie to smile.

Richie faked gasped, clutching his chest. “Have we met?”

“You’re the joker of Derry High, kind of hard to miss.” He answered, sneering in his direction. “And I was here first so you need to-“

“Who’s got you on the run?” Richie asked, ignoring Eddie’s obvious annoyance. “Same kid that gave you that shiner?”

Eddie cringed, grazing his hand along his already bruised skin. He frowned, before sneering. “Henry Bowers caught me right after last period.” He explained, his eyes becoming heavy with an emotion that Richie could not pinpoint.

“Yeah, I hear that kid is an asshole.” Richie replied, trying to push down the bubbling emotion in this throat. “Real big too, got held back a few grades.”

“And you? What are you doing here?” Eddie asked, his eyes clearing of the storm within him. “I thought you could talk yourself out of anything.”

“Normally I can but I got the captain of the football team pretty heated up.” He replied, amused by truth his own statement. “He’s such a homophobe.”

“Yeah I’m aware.” Eddie added, shrugging his shoulders. “He’s got me a few times in the locker room.”

Richie felt his face flush, looking at the boy he raised an eyebrow, “You’re a queer Eddie boy?” The small boy flinched, although Richie wasn’t sure if it was from the harsh terminology or the nick name. Eddie’s gaze dropped and he merely shrugged not answering the question fully. Richie chuckled, “Well let me tell you, the caption of Derry High’s football team is defiantly gay himself so don’t take his abuse to heart.”

“How would you even know that?” Eddie hissed, leaning against the furthest wall, putting what little space he could between the two. “What are you physic or something?”

“No but I just sucked his dick and that’s about as gay as it comes.”

“What the fuck?” Eddie stammered, “Are you serious?”

“As serious as that shirt you’re wearing.” He replied, motioning to Eddie’s bright blue polo. “Been doing it for the past month and he comes quicker than the fucking road runner.”

“That’s-“Eddie muttered, shuttering. “That’s disgusting.”

Richie shrugged, tasting the lingering saltiness in the back of his throat. “What, you’ve never been with anyone? That’s just how it goes Eddie Spaghetti.”

“Will you stop it with the fucking nick-names?” Eddie hissed, shifting his weight under him awkwardly.

“So I take that as a no.” Richie snickered, amused by the boys uncomfortableness. “How do you even know you’re gay if you’ve never been with anyone?”

Eddie recoiled, looking at his feet. He played with his hands before responding softly to his shoes, “You’re supposed to love the person you have sex with and I’ve never been in love.”

Richie couldn’t help the laugh that erupted in his chest. He used his hands to quiet himself but it failed as his voice filled the air. “What you think that I loved that lug-nut?” He mused, clutching his sides. “Sex has nothing to do with love Eds, it’s all about getting your rocks off not filling your head with all that emotional shit.”

“Wow, you’re just the pride and joy of Derry aren’t you?” Eddie bit, standing from the wall. “You’re sick.”

“I’m truthful.” Richie corrected, his laughter dying down into a chuckle. “Just wait till your first time, it’s defiantly not like it’s made out to be in the movies.”

Eddie’s face was red with embarrassment. He brushed past the taller boy, opening the door and exiting. Richie rolled his eyes, following him for the simple fact he was sure the jock had given up his chase by now. “Don’t need to get mad Eds, I was just telling it like it was.” He spoke, taking long stride to catch up with him.

“Don’t call me Eds.” He hissed, walking through the hallway quickly. “And leave me alone, go blow some guy in the bathroom.”

Richie staggered for a moment, stunned by the harsh statement. He recovered quickly, hurrying through the high school doors with the other boy. “Hey, I think you owe me an apology.” He joked, taking the steps two at a time and abruptly stopping in front of Eddie, forcing him to a halt. “That hurt.” He mocked, pouting his lip and tilting his head.

Eddie scoffed and moved past his obstacle, grumbling something under his breath. Richie smiled, skipping up next tom him as they walked through the parking lot, which now only consisted of two cars, Richie’s beat up truck and what he could only assume was Eddie’s blue something or rather.

Richie found he was actually enjoying himself, completely comfortable with the small boys company. The only person who had ever made him feel so at ease was Beverly, and that had actually taken some time. No one had ever calmed him so quickly and Richie was afraid to let it end. “Is that your car?” he mused as they neared the blue painted vehicle. “It’s kind of gay you know. I mean couldn’t pick another c-“

He was instantly cut off by the boy who zombie rose from the driver’s seat. A surprised squeak dropped from Richie’s lips and he jumped back instantly. Eddie laughed, and Richie drank in the sweet sound. “Awe, what did Bill scare you?” He sneered, opening the car door.

“No.”

“W-who is this?” The boy at the wheel asked, looking over the trashmouth before scrunching up his face.

“Hey, it’s the stuttering dude!” Richie mused, pointing to Bill enthusiastically. “I’m Richie, Eddie Spaghetti and I hid out in a closet this afternoon. We had a very heartfelt conversation about the difference between love and sex.”

“W-what the f-fuck? “ Bill muttered, looking at Eddie with wide eyes.

“Ignore him.” Eddie mumbled, sliding into the passenger seat. “He’s just the schools trashmouth.”

Richie gasped dramatically, again gripping his chest. “I thought we were becoming friends! We had such a fun time in the closet.” He joked, holding Eddie’s door open with one hand smiling down at his annoyed face. “I mean we could have a bright future together Eds.”

“D-did I miss s-something?” Bill asked, turning the ignition and awaking the car. “W-what-“

“He’s just fucking with me.” Eddie bit, smacking at Richie’s hand until he dropped his grip. “He’s apparently an asshole like that.”

“So I’ll see you tomorrow then Eddie Spaghetti?” Richie jeered, clicking his tongue and shooting his fingers at the very aggravated boy. “We’ll do lunch.”

“No-“

“Okay then! Bye-bye new friends!” He cheered, closing the car door and cutting off Eddie’s protest. He watched the boy pout in the driver’s seat, glaring daggers at the school fool. The car moved, pulling from the parking space and driving out of the lot. Richie waved at them until they were out of sight, consumed by the now fading sun.

The lanky boy whistled a light tune as he strolled towards his truck, smiling uncontrollably. He thought of the small boy with the wrong assumptions of love, admiring the purity of the entire thing. Although he would never admit it, Richie found himself liking the boy. He but his mind at ease, even if he hated all of his stupid jokes or his ideas of sex.

Whatever the case, for the first time ever, Richie Motherfucking Tozier was looking forward to the next day of school.

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finn-got-tall · 6 years

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Missing Pieces II/III

part I

A week. A week was all it took. It was easier than searching through police records and adoption agencies. He got Eleven to look. To find him.

It wasn’t easy at first because the only picture he had of him was as a baby. And he didn’t know which baby was him. But she found him. As she always did. And so. She gave him two locations. And a name.

New York City

And Derry, Maine

In the next few days he packed a bag and booked a flight to Maine.

Richard k. Wheeler

Adopted by Wentworth and Margaret Tozier

Derry, Maine

Names. A place. Holy shit. He was so close. So he took the trip to Derry.

It was June when he found the small town. He felt odd here, like something bad had happened, but he was used to that feeling. It was the same one he got when he walked down Mirkwood. Or anywhere in Hawkins really.

He checked with town hall. A couple people on the street. And a store window. ‘Wentworth Tozier DDS’ in big bold letters. A dentist! That meant Richie was into science right? Maybe? Hopefully. So he went in.

“Richie, I thought you said you would never come back here.” A stern voice spoke. Mike turned to the sound. A tall man, not taller than him, with glasses and short hair.

“Oh, you must be Dr. Tozier. I understand this must be confusing, but my name is Michael Wheeler, I’m looking for your son, Richard.” Mike stuck his hand out for the man to shake. But he only glanced at it.

“Wheeler.” He muttered under his breath. “He’s not here.”

“Do you have any idea where he could be, sir?” He retracted his hand and stuffed it in his pocket awkwardly.

“New york I think, he’s off playing pretend at some fag college.” Mike was taken aback at his statement. Sure he’d heard the word, he’d been called it all his life, but to hear a father talk of his son that way. It wasn’t that unbelievable after he thought about it. There was a reason he wasn’t out. “Look, you seem like a decent kid. Look a helluva lot like Richard, but don’t bother with him.” And that was all he said.

Mike walked out of that office knowing his brother lived like shit with that man. Not even five minutes and he could tell why Richie said he would never come back.

And during that same week in New York, Richie was going to audition after audition. Working late hours. Trying to make enough money to help Bev pay rent. It was all too much. All the stress was being built up and stored away. It felt heavy. Like stones on his shoulders. Beverly noticed the toll it took on the boy. So one night she told him to stop.

“Richie, you motherfucker. We are going to watch all of the fucking Molly Ringwald movies there are, and i'm going to do your makeup, and we are going to relax, okay?” At first he refused, telling her he was fine. But eventually gave in. He couldn't say no to her.

So they watched movies and drank beer, beverly painted his eyelids blue and they laughed when Richie told her that gave a whole new meaning to blue balls. But now they were here, curled up into each other on the floor in front of the couch.

The dust had settled and they were on maybe the third movie when they heard a knock on the door. Bev set aside his beer and stood up. “Pizza!” She cheered. But then everything slowed when she looked through the peephole and saw a far too familiar face. She looked at the back of Richie’s head over her shoulder with a look of pure confusion. And she slowly opened the door.

“Hi, my name is Mike Wheeler, I’m looking for Richard Tozier.” Mike said looking down at the fire girl.

“Um- of course, one sec. R-Richie!” She shouted with a shaky voice over her shoulder. Mike felt his whole world slow down as well, this was it. 20 years. His chest felt heavy, heart beating in his ears so loudly he almost didn’t hear the next words she spoke. “I’m Beverly.” She told Mike.

And Richie showed up beside her, not having looked up at their guest quite yet. And Mike looked him over. Ripped up jeans, an ACDC, tee and an old hawaiian shirt with the buttons falling off; hair in a very messy and loose bun and blue painted eyelids is what stood before him.

“Pizza?” he asked Beverly with a goofy grin before turning his head to see his own face. But hair combed through and shorter, a button up shirt tucked into a pair of light blue pants with nice clean sneakers to pull it all together. He fucking looked like Stanley. “Holy fuck you have my face.” He laughed before realizing what was actually happening. “Holy fuck.” This time the words came out as a whisper.

“Hi, I’m-”

“Mike.” And Richie pulled the boy into a hug. It was tight and full of love. It took a second for Mike to hug back as the embrace was a surprise. But it was also tight, full of everything. Mike felt like his whole world had been taken from him when he found out about Richie. But Richie just assumed he wasn’t wanted. So when Mike showed up at his front door he felt all of it, everything he never felt. He was standing with someone who shared his blood.

They didn’t even notice the flash of Beverly’s polaroid camera. All they cared about was the fact that for the first time in 20 years they were together. How Mike no longer felt empty. Richie was that missing piece.

He was finally here.

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